“Your turn,” I panted, trying to reach for him. Asher chuckled, staying just out of arm’s reach as he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his dick, pushing his boxer briefs and jeans down his hips in one swift motion.
“What are you waiting for?” I needed him.
Needed him to ease the deep ache inside of me.
He smirked, stroking himself up and down, his eyes pinning me to the spot. We were half-clothed, inside a limo, in some back alley in New York, but it didn’t matter.
Prowling forward on his knees, Asher grabbed my ankles and wrapped them around his waist, pulling me around him so he could nestle between my legs. His hard length nudged up against me, sending sparks shooting through my body. I tried to reach between us to guide him right to where I needed him, but Asher snagged my hand, shaking his head with a dirty smirk.
“Ten,” he said, bumping up against me again, letting the tip of his dick hit my tight bundle of nerves. “Nine.” Asher leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow kiss. “Eight.” Rocking his hips, he ground against me but didn’t give me what I needed most.
“Seven,” I said, realization dawning on me as I kissed him, almost frenzied, dipping my hands underneath his Henley and raking my nails down his chest, eliciting a low growl from his chest.
“Six.” It was a garbled noise in his throat as he continued dragging himself through my wetness, teasing me.
“Five.” I covered his hand with mine, feeling him hard and heavy and wet between us.
“Four,” we both panted, our breaths mingled with raw lust. “Three...” It was a breathy moan as he pressed closer still but not close enough. “Two...” Asher kissed me again, stealing my breath.
“One.” He thrust inside of me in one smooth glide, my head bumping against leather, my fingers curling around his bicep. “Mya, fuck,” he barked, pulling out and pressing back into me.
Harder.
Deeper.
I hooked my ankles together, careful not to dig the heels of my boots into his back.
“It’s like you were made for me.” Asher kissed the corner of my mouth, dragging his tongue over my lips and plunging deep inside as he continued rocking into me, circling his hips in that perfect way that had me arching off the bench.
“Oh God... Ash... it’s...” I never wanted him to stop. The way his body moved over mine, strong and sure and so damn right. It was the most intense sex I’d ever had.
“Say it,” he whispered against my lips. “Tell me you’re mine, Mya. Tell me you won’t let anything come between us.”
“I’m yours.” The words were caught somewhere between a promise and a breathy moan as I felt the waves of pleasure begin to build inside me.
“You and me, babe.” He flattened his body to mine, pressing deeper. So deep I could feel him everywhere. “It’s you and me.”
Asher hooked my leg higher, his movements slowing as he traced letters of love across my skin. “Ash… what are you…?” I gazed up at him, flushed and breathless and aching.
“I lied,” he whispered. “I need you to say it, Mya. I need to hear the words.” He stole my breath as he slowly inched out of me.
“I…” Sparks of pleasure shot through me as he moved in lazy shallow strokes that had my stomach coiling tight and my legs quivering.
“More,” I cried, gripping his shoulders, arching my body into him, desperate for more.
“Tell me you feel it,” Asher kissed my lips, before dragging his tongue up the slope of my neck. Over and over, licking and nipping. Teasing and tasting.
“I feel it.” My head was clouded with sensation, dizzy with need.
“Mya…” My name sounded like a prayer on his lips as he filled me again in one smooth stroke. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
“Harder, I need you to go harder.” Beads of sweat trailed down the valley of my breasts; Asher’s skin slick against mine, his weight too much and not enough all at the same time.
The limo rocked beneath us. The boom of fireworks exploding overhead. Until soon I saw explosions of my own. My body shuddered, Asher’s name falling from my lips over and over.
“Fuck, Mya,” he let out a guttural groan, lifting his head to meet my sated gaze. “I love you. You know that, right?”
Pressing my lips together, swallowing the emotion clogging my throat, I nodded. Asher dropped his head to mine, letting us ride the lingering waves of pleasure. “You are everything I need.” His lips found mine. “You, Mya. Happy New Year.”
It was a new year.
New possibilities and fresh beginnings.
A chance to carve out a better future for myself.
But there wasn’t only me to think about now.
There was Asher.
The guy who was slowly teaching me love knew no bounds.
“I love you.” The words spilled from my lips in a single breath.
“You love me, Hernandez?” Asher asked around a grin, before brushing his lips over mine. Once. Twice. Three times. As if he needed reassurance this was real—that I was real.
“I love you, Asher,” I repeated the words, teasing the words off my tongue. “I’m in love with you. I should have said it earlier, but I guess I was scared.”
“You don’t ever have to be scared with me, Mya.” Asher pressed his head to mine again, taking a deep breath.
“I know.” A full body shiver worked its way through me as the weight of our declaration settled over us. “Just promise me one thing, okay?”
“Anything.”
“Promise me, you won’t break my heart.”
“Never.”
Our lives were entwined now, the bonds between us weaving tighter and tighter with every moment we spent together. Until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
It both terrified and exhilarated me. The way we’d fallen so hard and fast, swept up in the allure of each other.
But I was no fool.
Even now, lying there beneath him, his taste on my lips, his love in my heart, I knew that after the fall usually came the crash.
I only hoped my heart would survive.
“What time is it?” Ash dragged my body back toward him.
“Just after nine.”
“Fuck, my head...”
“Yeah?” I snorted. “I told you to lay off the shots.” After we’d finally left the limo we had returned to the club and celebrated the new year with our friends. A little too hard if the throb in my skull was anything to go by.
Leaning over, I grabbed a bottle of water off the nightstand and uncapped it. “Here.” I took a big gulp before passing it to Asher. He peeked an eye open, grinning up at me. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi.”
“Last night was kind of crazy, huh?” His heated gaze went right through me and a delicious tingle worked up my spine.
“It was—”
“Wakey wakey, lovebirds,” someone hammered on the door. “Breakfast is here.”
Asher’s stomach rumbled as if on cue.
“You’re hungry?” I asked incredulously.
“Yeah, but not for food.” He tried pulling me down on top of him, but I resisted, planting my hands firmly on his chest.