Matches | √

Chapter Eleven

kindle | become impassioned or excited

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2/11/17

"WHAT ARE YOU doing?" Asher's deep voice asks as it crawls against my skin. Slowly, sensually, tempting. His voice only spurring my body forward so it curls further into his hard and hot one.

I let a single pointer finger trace down his straight nose, over his soft plush lips, and down his chin until my finger grazes the naked skin of his warm chest. I let my nail dig in at the last moment causing a soft groan to escape his lips and to land heatedly on my bare freckled skin.

"Memorizing you," I answer with a faint whisper into the quiet dark room.

"Isn't a camera better for that?" he points out sarcastically.

A smile blooms across my face immediately. "You are right," I tell him deliberately before I shift, and sling my leg over his so I'm completely straddling his almost bare body. Bare beside his navy boxer briefs.

His boxer briefs. My boy shorts. The only pieces of fabric separating our hot bodies. His hands land on my slim hips under my ratty T-shirt, and pull me into him making an audible gasp fall from my lips. His dark eyes shining with a flame as they take in my body on top of him, pressing into him, melting into him.

"You better get to whatever point you're trying to make," he tells me almost breathlessly. Like he's holding himself back. As if he too feels the electric current that runs through our bodies, linking us. Making us pure energy, full with a want and need only we feel. Only we can experience.

"Or what?" I taunt letting my hands trace down his bare chest. His toned body is something I like far too much as my fingers faintly trace down his tan skin.

"Or I won't be responsible for what happens in the next five minutes," he tells me harshly as his fingers grip my body tighter only making me squirm more. His fire, his heat, the slight touch of roughness that fills him, all spills onto me and makes me want to burn for him. Burn in him.

"What would happen?" I ask because I can't help myself. Because Asher makes me lose every reasonable thought and bone in my body when he's around. He makes me reckless; he makes me want the flames. The passion. The burn. The inevitable fall out just so I can taste him. Touch him. Have him.

His dark eyes meet mine flashing with a heat that mimics the one settling between my thighs. "I'd kiss you here," he whispers through the thick air as his fingers slide up my body until they land gently on my neck. A small gasp fills my throat at the light touch. I've never had anyone touch me like he does. So assured, so dirty, so purely devilish. It sets me aflame in a way I never thought I could feel or want. But I do. I want it all. His hand squeezes the side of my neck ever so slightly, pressing his thumb into the base of my throat making a fire blaze through my body only chasing after more of his touch.

"Hmm..." I murmur needing more. Craving more, and he can feel it in the air. In my tone. In the way my body presses further into his as if I need to get closer. Have to get closer.

"I'd bite you here," he continues lazily letting his hand trail down my chest until his palm slides over my breast and grips it roughly. The single movement makes my head fall back and a breathless moan fly from my parted lips.

"Would you?" I pant wanting his hands on me even more. Wanting his fingers to play more with my aching chest.

I lift my head to watch his hand dive down further on my body. "This," he says referring to the lacy underwear that covers me, letting his fingers slip under the edge on my hip. "Would turn to shreds," he almost groans as he tugs at the side of underwear making the fabric bite into my skin.