Wicked Sinner (Dangerous Love 2)

He let her play a while, teasing him with openmouthed kisses and a little tongue before he needed to point out the obvious. He rested his head on the back of the couch, watching her carefully. “This is a dangerous thing you’re starting. You know what happens when we touch each other.” We only want more he left unsaid.

“It’s only dangerous,” she said, her breath against his lips, grinding her heat against him, “if we’re not grown-ups and can’t handle this. I can handle this. Can you?”

He ground his teeth against the pleasure and played with the hair by her face, taking in her dark, aroused eyes, and then tucked her hair behind her ear. A few hours ago, she finally decided to be his friend again, and he didn’t want to screw that up. He knew this was a dangerous road he should not take, and yet, the stronger part of him wanted her—that had never faded over the years. In fact, his desire only grew when he’d returned to Stoney Creek, finding the girl he once knew had become a gorgeous woman. He simply never thought it was a possibility she’d ever let him close, considering it took her years to talk to him again. Now with the possibility there in front of him, he hungered to feel the good that Remy made him feel, and to watch her fall apart in his arms in the way only Remy did. But most of all, he wanted to make her happy, to be everything she needed until she no longer looked at him like the biggest mistake of her life…even though he knew it was wrong. Knew he couldn’t ultimately give her what she wanted. “I can handle this, and you,” he told her seriously. “That is not the problem here.”

Instead of answering him, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled the fabric quickly over her head, revealing a black bra, and his brain failed to comprehend anything but her. Her skin, both creamy and smooth. Her body was so familiar to him, and yet he wanted another full introduction to what made her wiggle, moan…and what made her scream. Yeah, he wanted that most of all. Still, his mind stuttered. “Should I remind you that you nearly married someone else yesterday?”

“Believe me.” She planted her hands on either side of his head on the back of the couch, giving him full eye contact. “I fully remember that fact. But here’s the thing: I’m done feeling like shit. This night has been so much better than I even thought possible. It’s made me remember how good you used to make me feel. And most of all, you’re a safe bet.”

He arched an eyebrow. “A safe bet?”

“I won’t fall in love with you,” she said firmly, then grabbed his face. “Asher, shut up and have sex with me already.”

She didn’t need to ask him twice. Any further objections failed to enter his mind. He wanted her friendship, but he was all in for friends with benefits. He gathered her in his arms and strode them up the stairs next to her kitchen leading to her loft. He tossed her onto the bed, sending her laughing and the mattress bouncing. She was so damn sexy. He grabbed his shirt over his head, tossed it to the ground, then reached for a condom in his wallet before shedding his boxer briefs and jeans.

“You’ve gotten big. Most definitely became a man.” Her gaze traced over his shoulders, his chest, down his abdomen, which all flexed under her examination. When her gaze hit his erection, she grinned and looked into his eyes. “There, you were always big.”

“I’m glad I don’t disappoint. Get over here.” Feeling like no time and no pain had passed between them, he grabbed on to her foot, yanking her closer toward him. He reached around and removed her bra and then dropped his mouth over her rosy nipple, sucking while he reached for her leggings. With quick fingers, he pulled them off, finding her exactly as he remembered her.

Sweet. Perfect.

Primal need had him grabbing her thighs and he yanked her ass off the bed, sending her squealing. Desperate to get the taste of her he’d been wanting, he spread her wide and slid the flat of his tongue across her wet and hot heat, remembering how sensitive she’d been. He moaned against her flesh, overwhelmed by her.

“Yes. Damn. Yes,” she drawled, threading her fingers through his hair. She held on to him, slowly grinding her hips as his tongue worked over her clit. His body flushed and muscles flexed against the intensity surging through him. He knew this body. He had loved this body. He’d been the one to teach her about lust, about sex, about how to let go and lose your goddamn mind.

And she obviously remembered too. She rode his mouth, searching for her pleasure.

When her moans shortened and legs trembled, he slid one finger inside her and then another, and in a few fast pumps, she was shuddering, coming beautifully against his mouth. His muscles were quivering, hot desire pulsing through his veins with every moan she gave. When she gasped, sensitive, he drew away, finding her head tilted back, her chest rising and falling, her eyes closed to the orgasm.

He grinned at how boneless he made her and sheathed himself quickly in a condom, unable to wait another second to have her. He grabbed her waist, pushing her farther onto the bed while sliding between her thighs. Her hands rested on his arms while he pressed his tip against her wet slit. He entered her in one swift stroke, and her fingernails dug into his skin when she finally looked at him with wide eyes. Needing all of her, and desperate to make her finally feel good again, he dropped his mouth to hers and he kissed her with everything he had to give. He moved slowly, gently, allowing her to become accustomed to him. He went nearly cross-eyed at the squeeze of her, the beautiful feel of her. His Remy.

“Make me come again,” she breathed again his mouth.

He shifted his weight onto one arm, threading his fingers into her hair. “Been a while for you?” he asked with pure masculine satisfaction, giving a hard thrust forward.

She gasped. “It’s been a while since I’ve come like that.”

Because it wasn’t me touching you… He kept his thought to himself and leaned up on his arms, staring into eyes that he both lost and found himself in. “Whatever you want, Remy. I’ll give you it all.” He thrust slow and hard, building up the pleasure, enjoying the feel of her around him, all for himself. Years he’d not had her. He’d take these moments to feel the sweetness of her body hugging his until he reminded her how well he knew her body.

Her lips parted but only a moan escaped.

Overwhelmed by finally being close to her again and feeling like—for this one moment—nothing had ever come between them, he pumped his hips harder, knowing just how she liked it. That’s where he wanted her. Right there, beneath him. Safe. Staring into his eyes—only his. He slid a hand under her soft bottom, lifting her to him, determined to give her all that she needed and more.

Her breath hitched, muscles clenched, and she moved with him until she was falling into pleasure. Captured by

her beauty, and in that sweet second of bliss, where they became united fully and completely by the passion between them, he gave in to the warmth in his chest and followed her into hot intense pulses of pleasure.

Chapter 6

Early the next morning, Remy jolted awake in her bed. Her head pounded with every pulse of her heart, and her mouth was dry, reminding her she’d had way too much alcohol last night. She forced her eyes open, glancing out her window and finding a blue sky with big fluffy clouds. All that was fine. What wasn’t fine at all was the warm, familiar, deliciously hard body next to her. She wanted to move closer, yet she also itched to run away.

“No, no!” she exclaimed, removing herself from Asher’s arms and snapping up in bed, covering her bare chest with the blanket. She blinked once, then nearly drooled when she caught sight of Asher naked, the sheet sitting low on his body, revealing his near perfect form with all those beautiful muscles, including the V at his waist. Every detail about last night came back in an instant. Heat flushed to her cheeks, spilling all the way down to her chest. “I totally jumped you last night.”

Asher peeked an eye open and said in a low, gravelly voice, “I liked it.”

“No. No. No.” She lurched out of bed and then grabbed her head. “Ow.”

Asher gave his low sexy chuckle. “Climb back in bed with me. I’ll make that headache go away.”