Wicked Sinner (Dangerous Love 2)

“Right here, Remy?” he asked, feeding gas to an already lit fire. She always loved adventure, and that adrenaline always turned into hot arousal, and apparently, that hadn’t changed.

She lifted her chin to expose her neck. “Please.”

Asher nibbled his way over to her neck, reveling in the hitch of her breath. And when she parted her legs, he listened. He reached beneath her dress and licked up from the base of her neck to her ear, feeling her quiver. When he found the edge of her panties, he tucked his fingers inside. “Right here, Remy, this is where you want me?”

“Yes!” She moaned, her head falling back against the brick wall while he openmouthed kissed his way back to the base of her neck.

He groaned when his fingers met her soaking wet sex. She breathed deeply as he stroked her clit, feeling her legs tremble, the desire pouring off her in waves. Desperate to get closer, he threaded his other hand into her hair, pinning her to him, right where he wanted her. Each second he worked her body made her moan a little more, a little louder, until those soft trembles were growing harder.

“Asher,” she breathed.

He fisted his hand in her hair, controlling her pleasure. When she gave him a throaty moan for more, he slid his fingers inside her. One first. Then another a moment later. She gripped his T-shirt, pulling him closer, clawing at him for more.

Needing to taste her, he brought his mouth to hers, devouring every sweet moan she offered. She could barely kiss him with every stroke of his fingers, and by the time he was thrusting hard and fast, all she did was moan. Her head fell back against the wall and he leaned away to watch her fall apart.

A couple moments later, she did.

Her eyes were pinched shut and she shattered into pleasure, breaking apart around him, a quivering beautiful mess he’d never grow tired of watching.

“Holy shit,” she exhaled when her climax released her.

He chuckled, kissing her lips gently as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her quivering muscles.

Asher went to fix her panties when the back door opened, and a teenage kid with a garbage bag came walking out. He took one look at them and yelled, “Hey, get a goddamn room!”

Asher grabbed Remy’s hand and took off jogging back to his car. By the time they got back, she was laughing. That laugh, free and inhibited, slayed him. That was his Remy.

* * *

They made it back to Remy’s loft in good time. Asher had insisted on walking Remy up to her door and then came inside to check the place out while she waited. He’d gone into every room, turning on all the lights and having a look before coming back out. Admittedly, Asher was a beat cop when she’d been with him. Now Asher looked precise, skilled, and lethal. A combination that was doing all sorts of wild things between her thighs. But maybe that was because he’d proven many times now how easily he could make her body explode.

When he began checking the locks on her windows, she asked with a laugh, “What exactly

are you looking for?”

“This is for my own peace of mind,” he said.

“Do you honestly think someone is coming after me?”

“I don’t know anything about this guy, so I can’t answer that,” Asher said. “It never hurt anyone to be extra cautious.” His gaze swept back to her. “You can stay with me tonight.”

She leaned against her door, shaking her head. “I’m good.” She wasn’t being difficult or playing hard to get; she couldn’t lean on him any more than she already had. The last thing she wanted was to fall hard and fast…again, then be tossed aside…again because he had major commitment issues. At some point the cycle had to stop, and that point had come. She controlled when and where and everything in between, and that felt good. Mind-blowingly good, in fact. “I just wish we knew why Lars was here in the first place, you know?”

“He might be here for other business.” Asher climbed the stairs for the loft, then vanished, obviously checking the windows upstairs. “But I won’t know more until tomorrow when I get into the station and see what the guys found out.” He came down the stairs and moved into the living room to begin checking the locks there.

“Do you really think he’s got some involvement in organized crime?” Remy asked, seriously hoping that was not the case.

Asher shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“Do you think he’s a friend of Damon’s?”

“Don’t know that either.”

Remy exhaled heavily, wishing she had all the answers. “But we know he’s not leaving?”

Asher glanced back over his shoulder. “Not tonight, it appears.” He opened the door to the balcony, having a look around before coming back inside and locking the door again. “But I still suspect that he’s a friend of Damon’s and just sniffing around to ensure Damon is where we said he is.”

“And that’s it?”