I didn’t know how to say my true thoughts. I couldn’t tell him that I very much didn’t dislike his presence. That it was actually the opposite. Saying it aloud would admit too much to both him… and myself. Yet for some reason, I couldn’t bear the thought of him thinking I hated him. You just h
What in the world was Asher doing at my warrior training? He sauntered up alongside Coach and the other training staff like he belonged there. He didn’t even glance at me. “Actually, you are right on time, Asher,” Coach said. “We are just getting started.” Coach then introduced the extra staff
I could endure it. Elena lifted her hand, and traced her nail down Asher’s clean-shaven cheek. “I’m only asking for a turn,” she purred. I couldn’t endure it. My heart shattered to pieces, I couldn’t breathe, and – He gripped her forearm and ripped her touch away from his face. He moved her
Asher Why haven’t you made the moves on me? I froze. Of course I wanted Cynthia. With her generous breasts, curvy hips that fit so well between my hands, and those shapely legs she’d shown off wearing that dress at dinner. Added with her fierce determination, her competitive spirit, and her da
When Asher rejected me, declaring me nothing more than his best friend’s sister again, the only way I knew to find comfort was in my dance. I’d retreated to the dance studio, turned up the music and forgot about anything and everything but the feel of my own body. Dancing was my sanctuary. So I
“I will taste you,” he would demand, breath hot against my most sensitive area, followed quickly by an unrelenting tongue. He gave everything he did such intense focus and determination. This would be no different. Generous lover. He wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t slow, until I was a writhing, begging
When I told Asher I was busy tonight, I should have expected the follow-up messages. ??? With what? With who? I tried my best to ignore him. I checked every message as it came it, but I forced myself not to reply. I didn’t trust myself not to immediately cave and tell him everything. He wo
I jumped off the bench. I had an excuse primed, ready on my tongue. I swallowed it when I heard a low, dangerous growl behind me. “You have the worst timing,” Joseph grumbled, rising to his feet. “Tell me, which one of my friends told you where to find me?” A familiar presence walked to my side.