“Hey,” he says softly. When I don’t open my eyes, he says a bit more forcefully, “Hey, look at me.”
I open them, and what I see has me jerking. Guilt is written all over his face. What does he have to feel guilty about? Yes, he’s the cause of my pain, but it was my decision to sleep with him. It’s not like he forced me to do it. But what I see from him is more than just guilt for being ‘the other man’. This is much deeper.
“It may not seem like it now, but I promise you, Poppy, it’ll work out in the end.”
He swipes at a tear trailing down my face, then bends to kiss my eyes, cheeks, the tip of my nose, then settles a soft kiss against my lips, making my body tingle all over.
I don’t know what to make of his words, but they do little to help the guilt I feel. I’ve screwed up big time. I really like Asher, and had he said he wanted me before Sterling came into the picture, I would have accepted him without question. I’ve always been fascinated by him. But Sterling is in the picture.
But you don’t know him. You know nothing about him. You’ve never even seen him, my mind says.
I wanted to know, though. He intrigues me. I want to know what he looks like. What he does for a living. What he does on weekends. What his childhood was like. These are questions I’ll never know the answers to now, because once he finds out, he’ll hate me.
You can know Asher. He’s here, right now, and he wants you.
But for how long? He said last night he was never giving me up. What does that even mean? Does he want to keep me forever? Or is it until he gets tired of me. Forever is a long time.
Asher’s hands frame my face. “Stop thinking so much and just enjoy.”
I nod, which earns me a heart-stopping smile. I decide to let the cards fall where they may and melt back into the mattress. Asher has been so sweet to me, and the interest is definitely there on both sides. It’s not that I like Sterling more, it’s just he was there first. Well, I guess technically he wasn’t, but he was the first to make a move. But then again, Asher is here and willing to show me his face, willing to share himself openly with me.
I push all thoughts and doubts aside and gaze up at Asher. He smiles down at me and winks.
“That’s better,” he says, running his thumbs down my cheeks. “Now, get your ass outta bed. We have plans today.”
I laugh against the kiss he gives me, before he climbs from the bed. I pull the sheet over me and linger a few moments, taking in all the beauty that is Asher. He has his back to me as he looks through a dresser drawer. He not only has tattoos covering his arms, but also has several across his back, and a couple on his chest and sides. One dips down and goes over his hip bone. The man is absolutely gorgeous.
When I don’t get out of bed, he turns to face me, arching a brow. The sun glints off his eyebrow ring. My breath catches in my throat when his fully hard cock is fully displayed.
Holy shit! That thing actually fit inside me last night?
With my limited experience, I’ve only ever seen one cock in my life with my own eyes, but I’m no prude and have seen a few porn videos. Asher has every single one beat. He’s fucking huge! My mouth waters and a pool of moisture seeps out between my legs.
Asher chuckles as he palms his cock and starts to stroke it.
“I guess you like what you see?” he asks, heat flaring in his eyes.
I bite my lip and nod. “Yes.”
“How much?” He takes a step closer to the bed. “Show me. Pull the sheet down.”
I blush and grip the sheet tight to my chest. I was bold last night, but I’m not sure I can be today. The room was shrouded in shadows, but now the sun filters through the window, lighting up the room.
Asher’s feet carry him to the end of the bed where he grabs the sheet and starts to slowly pull it down as his hand continues to stroke his cock. I watch, fascinated, while he strokes himself slowly, up and down, up and down.
“Come on, Poppy. I want to see how wet you are for me.” His voice is husky with desire and it sends sparks up my legs, through my pussy, and into my stomach.
My fingers loosen on the sheet. Asher sees this and gently pulls it from my grasp. The cool air touches my body inch by inch. The feel of the soft material sliding down leaves my body shivering. When he pulls it past my nipples, they tighten up and turn to hard little points. His eyes follow the sheet as he reveals every part of me. He looks like he’s seeing me for the first time. His breathing has become labored, and I didn’t believe it was possible, but his cock gets larger. My own breaths come out in pants.
Once the sheet is past my hips, he brings his eyes up to mine. He tugs the sheet over my pussy and down my legs, then drops it to the floor. He br
eaks his gaze from mine and they land on my center. His nostrils flare and a barely heard groan leaves his throat.
“Bend your knees and spread them. Let me see how much your body wants mine,” he growls. His face is fierce and his body looks tight. He looks to be restraining himself from getting to me. The look makes me feel powerful and sexy.
Wanting to please him, I do as he says.
“More.”