Chapter 44
Chapter 44:
In this surreal moment, all I can see, all I can breathe, is Asher.
At first, surprise freezes my body, keeping my eyes wide open, but then the firecracking sensations of Asher’s soft lips moving on mine begin to heat up every fiber of my skin. I flutter my eyes shut, welcoming it, allowing myself to be lost in him and in this breathtaking kiss.
I have waited so long to feel this way, and now that it is happening, it is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He tastes like buttermint, the same as the last time we kissed. His hands cup my cheeks as his lips continue to claim mine, tender but firm, moving with insatiable fire and need, allowing me to taste every inch of him. I grip the soft material of his sleeveless shirt to steady myself as his heated lips send bolts of electricity down my spine, nearly crippling me.
God, this feels so good.
He hauls me up against his waist, his strong hands gripping tightly around my thighs. My legs instinctively wrap around him, my arms circling his broad shoulders. We stumble back against the wall, never breaking our kiss, my back pressing into the surface as his perfectly athletic frame pins me there. His tongue parts my lips, sweeping into my mouth, and I gasp out a helpless moan when it caresses mine, teasing, tasting, claiming. Our lips move together with raw, ferocious, desperate desire—everything we denied ourselves for so long. Ourhearts beat hard and fast, our raspy moans and heavy breaths the only sounds echoing in the room.
And I love them. They are the sweetest, most delicious sounds I have ever heard.
My fingers tug at Asher’s hair, pulling a low groan from him. His lips abandon mine, trailing teasing kisses along my jaw and down to my collarbone. I grip his hair tighter as his lips find that tiny dark spot on my neck. He nibbles there, making me squirm and whimper, his lips tormenting the sensitive flesh until my back arches off the wall, my body pressing harder into his, my wet core brushing against his hard, bulging erection.
A guttural groan rumbles from his throat, his grip on my thighs tightening almost painfully as he buries his face against my neck, his breath hot.
“Fuck, Isla,” he gasps, resuming his sweet torture with renewed hunger. My eyes roll back when his teeth graze the spot and his tongue soothes over the tingling ache.
More pleasure bolts through me like firecrackers, exploding across my entire body and nearly ripping an orgasm from me with Asher’s hard erection still pressed against my core.
Fuck, I love him. I love him so much it’s driving me insane.
His lips trail back up to mine, capturing me in another ravenous, sweet kiss. I am drowning in him, yet I have never felt more alive in my entire life.
When his lips finally leave mine, the loss of contact forces my eyes open, only to meet his still-closed eyelids. Our breaths come in heavy, ragged pants, adding to the burning sensations sparking across my skin. He presses his forehead to mine and exhales low.
𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻
“I love you, Isla. I fucking love you p>
“I love you, Asher,” I breathe out, my pulse hammered like it might burst. “I love you more p>
He chuckles softly, brushing the tip of his nose over mine. When his eyes open, they shine with pure love and admiration.
“Isla, can we… can we finally have that street food we talked about in the hospital?” His deep green eyes gaze into mine.
I shake my head. “No p>
His brows lift. “Why p>
I kiss him softly. “You’re the only street food I want to have p>
He bites his bottom lip, fighting back a laugh, and I can see the blush painting his flawless face. “So I’m street food now, huh p>
“Yeah,” I grin, leaning close to his ear and running the tip of my tongue over his lobe. “You’re the sweetest I’ve ever tasted p>
He hisses and draws in a sharp breath, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.
“You know you’re a bad girl, right?” he whispers, his hands caressing up and down my back.
I lean back, meeting his mischievous smirk. “And you’re a bad boy, Asher. Maybe that’s why we get along so well p>
His smirk deepens. But then, the most awkward thing happens—my stomach growls loudly.
“What was that?” Asher teases, laughing.
I slap his shoulder, trying to hide my own laughter bubbling up from my empty stomach. “I’m hungry, Mr. Street Food. Put me down p>
He fakes a pout but finally lets me go. The moment my feet hit the floor, I wobble, feeling the rush of blood flood down to my toes.
I glance at the clock. It’s already 7 p. m.
“I hope you have something to eat in this house. I can’t afford to go home hungry p>
“You’re going home?” he asks.