Torn (The Fosters of New York 3)

He chuckles as he leans back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Some fans are aggressive. They grab at whatever's in reach."

"Why don't you have a bodyguard?"

His brows rise. "I usually do. When I'm in New York, I typically don't. I'm approached less often here than you might think."

I laugh softly. "I've been out in public with you three times and two of those times, women have thrown themselves at you."

"You handled it better than I did." He straightens in his chair. "She'll never know that she actually sat right next to me eating our pizza. Right next to Asher Foster that is, not David."

I move closer to the edge of my chair, my finger tracing a tight circle on my knee. "You owe me now."

"I owe you?" His right hand falls to my thigh, just above my knee.

I watch as his finger shadows mine, picking up the same path. I pull mine away.

"You do." I look into his eyes.

"Tell me what I need to do to repay it." His finger stalls before it moves an inch up my thigh. It picks up the same hypnotizing motion as it glides across my skin. It feels electrifying. His touch is gentle, yet magnetic. I don't know if it's the same confidence I felt earlier when I called him to meet me for pizza, or if this is new, but whatever it is, it's urging me closer to asking him back to my place.

I swallow hard. "What is it worth to you?"

Any restraint he may have possessed disappears as his hand slides up my thigh. I watch as it disappears beneath the fabric of my dress. I sit mesmerized as he stares into my eyes while his fingers brush against the soft lace of my panties.

"Take me home with you and I'll show you."

CHAPTER 20

Asher

I glide my lips across her thigh, trailing her own scent over her skin. She whimpers and pulls on my hair. It's a silent warning to give her time to catch her breath. Any caring man would do that, wouldn't he? He'd let her still so she can ground herself after coming hard on his tongue.

I was so fucking impatient when she let us into her apartment. I kissed her, my hands seeking and tugging, while trying to undress her. She pushed me away and did it herself, revealing her perfect body to me.

Her tits are exactly the way I imagined them to be. Small globes with nipples that are tight and straining with the arousal she felt the minute my eyes saw all of her.

My lips slid along her flesh, my teeth stopping to nibble on the tender skin between her breasts. My hands ran all over her body, yearning to caress every inch of her.

The delicate skin on the back of her knee and the smooth skin of her ass were just the prelude to what I really wanted. I kissed my way back up and over her hipbone, small bites of pleasure as I licked a path to what I craved.

I turned her onto her back, pulled her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her pussy. I listened to the pace of her breathing, felt when her fingers tugged and when they eased in my hair. I found the spot that sent her reeling and when I honed in on that with my finger and her clit with my tongue, she let go.

The orgasm was intense and as I licked her through it, she muttered whispered words that I couldn't make out. I strained, under the pressure of her thighs on either side of my head, to hear my name, but it wasn't there. She didn't say it.

I already feel like a starving man. I want another taste. I want to lower my lips to lick her slowly this time so I can take her to the edge before I flip her onto her stomach and plunge my tongue inside of her.

"Take off your clothes, Asher," she says softly. "You've seen me. I want to see you."

I didn't plan on keeping my clothes on this long. When we left the restaurant and got into a taxi, I had everything mapped out in my head. My dick was at the helm though.

I wanted to be inside of her as soon as I could. In the cab, the material of her dress fell to the sides again and I saw those panties; those pretty sheer lace panties that did nothing to hide what was underneath.

Once we got to her place, everything changed. She stripped, I caved and all I wanted was to savor every single inch of her.

I lean forward, running my tongue gently over her pussy before I pull away. She shudders, her knees shaking as her own hand moves to take the place of my tongue. I stall, wanting to watch, but her fingers only rest between the folds, any movement is so slight that I can't see it.

Reluctantly, I move to the side of the bed and onto my feet. I tug the sweater over my head, pulling the necklace I'm wearing with it. I ease the pressure of my erection by unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down, followed by my boxer briefs.

"When we first met you weren't wearing any of those. You were only wearing jeans with nothing underneath."