Heat blazed in her eyes as she let her gaze run down my body. “Nice… tattoo.” She grinned.
I stepped toward her. “We both know you weren’t looking at my tattoo, Hernandez.” It was my turn to let my eyes trace over her body. “Fuck, you look good in my jersey.” It clung to her curves, hinting at her killer body underneath.
“At least it covers my ass,” she shot back, fingering the hem which landed almost at her knees.
“I should probably check.” I spun a finger and mouthed, “twirl.”
She rolled her eyes. “You wish.”
Oh how I did.
“You’re not sleeping like that, are you?”
“I always sleep like this,” I said. “But if you think you can’t resist touching me, I can put something on.”
“I…” Mya swallowed. “I think I’m capable of resisting.”
“Wanna bet?”
“I’m beginning to think this was a very bad idea.” Mya got that caught in the headlights look again. Before she could bolt, I hooked a hand around her waist and pulled her closer.
“I’ll behave, I promise.” Ducking my head, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Thank you for agreeing to stay with me.”
I wouldn’t tell her, but it meant a lot she’d agreed to stay. Not only because I wanted her something fierce, but because it got lonely sleeping in an empty house day in, day out.
“Just don’t get too used to it,” she replied, eyes dancing with amusement. “It’s one night.”
“Better make the most of it then.” Without giving her any warning, I bent down, slid my arm under Mya’s knees and scooped her up.
“Asher, what the hell?” she shrieked, clinging onto me. I walked us over to the bed and dropped her down on the mattress, her laughter filling my room.
“I couldn’t resist. You look good on my bed.” Almost too good. Especially wearing my number. Her eyes fell to my black boxer briefs and I rose a brow at how her gaze lingered on the outline of my dick.
“You’re making it really hard for me,” I warned her, smirking at my double entendre.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Innocence edged into her expression, but I knew better than to be fooled by her attempt at demure.
Mya was anything but innocent.
Kneeling on the bed, I crawled toward her, wrapping a hand around one of her ankles. Her skin was so soft and smooth. I wanted to acquaint myself with every inch of her body. My palm glided up her leg, brushing her inner thigh. Mya’s eyes flared, her breath catching.
“Asher…”
“One day,” I said huskily. “You’ll be moaning my name.”
“You’re so full of it.”
“Oh, you think?”
This is what I needed from Mya. The banter, the games, and teasing. She made it so easy and she gave as good as she got. And I fucking loved it.
My fingers traced the contour of her leg again, inching higher and higher, disappearing beneath the blue and white material.
“Asher.” It was a warning this time. “I didn’t agree to this.”
“Kissing friends only, right? So what about if I kiss you right...” Dipping my head, I ran my tongue over her warm skin, “here.”
I didn’t kiss her panties, but I did let my mouth linger there enough that her hand shot out and grabbed my shoulder. “You’re not playing fair.”
“No?” I looked along the line of her body, meeting her eyes, blowing soft puffs of air against her. Mya stifled a moan, her legs tensing either side of my head.
I wanted nothing more than to hook the lacy material to the side and taste her, but I wouldn’t, not without her explicit permission. Lifting myself up, I moved over her, bringing my eyes level with hers. “Hi,” I said.
“Hi.” Mya smiled, her eyes sparkling with desire.
“I’m not going to kiss you there, not yet, not until you beg me.”
“Asher...” it came out a pained groan.
“Yeah, Hernandez?”
“I’ve been thinking about our situation.”
“Situation, is that what we’re calling it?”
“Yeah, and I think kissing is allowed. Maybe some clothed groping.”
“So I can do this.” I smoothed my hand up her stomach, over the jersey, and rested it against the swell of her tits. “And you’re not going to knee me in the balls?”
“Your balls are safe.” She laughed. “I meant what I said though. We need to take this slow. Friends... with kissing benefits.”
“Don’t forget the clothed groping.”
“That too.” Mya leaned up, kissing me slow and deep, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. My dick hardened, nudging up against her.
“Shit, that feels good,” I rasped, pretty certain that if I created enough friction, I could get us both off. I broke the kiss, grinding my hips, watching her eyes flutter closed. “What about this? Is this okay?”
“Hmm-mm,” she murmured, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, stopping herself from saying whatever was on her mind.
“And this?” I dipped a hand between us, rubbing her through her damp panties.
“Asher, don’t...”
“Don’t what, Mya?”
“Don’t stop,” she panted the words, letting her head fall back as my fingers continued moving over her.
“Let me touch you. I need to touch you.” I was so fucking hard for her. I wanted to feel how wet she was, slide my fingers into her and make her come.
“N- no.” Her voice quivered, her body trembled. “Not yet.”
What the hell did that mean?
Not yet as in right now?
Or not yet as in a week... a month... never?
I withdrew my hand, stroking the side of her neck as I kissed her senseless. It was messy, all teeth and tongue and sweet desperation. But I couldn’t get enough of her.
Mya hitched her legs around my waist, letting me press deeper into her. If it wasn’t for the thin material of my boxers and her panties, I’d be buried deep inside her. But as it was, I could almost imagine it.
“One day,” I repeated the words over and over. Against her mouth, her damp skin, as I rocked harder and faster, driving us both toward the edge.
“It feels...” Mya took a shuddering breath.
“I know.” It shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did. And we still had a layer of clothes between us.
“Oh God,” she cried, “More, I need more.” Mya grabbed my hand and pushed it between us. I took the hint, rubbing her again but she whispered, “Touch me, Asher.”
I jerked back, staring down at her with surprise. “Yeah?”
She nodded, capturing my lips again, kissing me like she was drowning and I was the last source of air.
Tentatively, I dipped one finger inside her panties. Mya let out a soft moan, her nails digging into my shoulder. I added another finger, letting them slide between her wetness and push inside her.
“Is this okay?”
Suppressing another moan, Mya nodded. My thumb found her clit, rubbing slow torturous circles. “God, that’s…” The words stuck in her throat as her body began to shudder. “Asher…”