And she felt everything like a rocket-blast through her body. All the pleasure from earlier, plus the deep ripple inside her belly? It returned full force and she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“That’s right,” he rasped in her ear. “You fucking take that pleasure, sweetheart. It’s all yours.”
All she could do was cry out his name and cling to him as another orgasm exploded through her, fierce and instant. Every movement of his hips, every thrust of his cock pressed his thumb against her sensitized clit, and made her body explode with sensation. She lost all sense of where she was. Her world didn’t exist beyond the hard, spearing thrust of Asher’s body into hers, the maddening rub of his thumb against her clit, and his skin and voice all around her. She might have been biting his shoulder and crying out things like yes and please and more and right there and oh fuck, but it all sort of blurred together. He pounded into her furiously and she loved every moment of it, even when she was screaming his name.
And then, somewhere in that blurry abyss of pleasure, he stiffened against her and called her name out. And he murmured something like love and mine and then she felt his entire body tremble with the force of his orgasm. He pressed between her thighs hard, body stiff, and she clasped him against her and licked at the skin she’d bitten, and then he collapsed on top of her, and oh, mercy, it felt incredible. His weight on top of her was almost as much of an aphrodisiac as anything else. She loved it.
Eventually he sucked in a deep breath, and then exhaled. “Damn, sweetheart.”
Yeah, she kind of felt like that, too. Wrung out. Depleted. Replete. Awed. All of the above.
He turned his face to hers and pressed a few quick kisses on her mouth. “Let me get a wet towel so I can clean you up. Be right back.”
And then he was pulling his gloriously damp, sweaty body off of hers, and she felt a keen sense of loss. He could have stayed collapsed on top of her forever and she wouldn’t have minded. Because in that moment? It was just him and her, and it had felt as if he belonged to Greer and no one else.
She’d loved it. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was for it until it had disappeared again.
But he returned a moment later, his big body flushed, his cock still reddish and stiff. She propped up on her elbows, frowning. “Did you . . . did you not . . .” She let the question trail off.
Asher looked down and then grinned at her. “Well, that’s flattering—for a change, I might add, since you love to stomp my ego.” He winked and toweled himself off. “But it takes a few minutes for the works to go down. Doesn’t deflate like a balloon.”
“Oh. Of course not.” How silly of her to even ask.
She made a noise that was more of a meep than anything else when he pushed her thighs open. But he wasn’t going to try and wring a fourth orgasm out of her, it seemed. He gently cleaned her thighs and sex free of her juices and his own leavings. And that was kind of sweet . . . and it was weird that she was disappointed that there was no fourth orgasm on the horizon. Because really, she wasn’t sure if she could take another.
But her body seemed damn willing to try.
Once she was cleaned up, he tossed the towel into a hamper and then slid back into bed. Asher pulled Greer against him and spooned her body against his. His mouth went to the side of her neck and he pressed a few idle kisses there, and his hand went to one of her breasts, cupping it as if to say I own this. And again, she didn’t mind that at all. At this moment? She liked being owned and possessed by him.
“Greer, sweetheart?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember when you asked if I was either a liar or in love?”
Vaguely. Her mind was pretty mushy at the moment. “Mmm?”
“Did you decide which one it was?”
She thought for a moment. Her heart ached at the thought, but she willed it silent. “Pretty sure you’re a liar.” She felt him stiffen against her, and felt as if she’d said the wrong thing. Like she’d hurt his feelings. And that . . . sucked.
He hurt you, too. You can’t forget that just because he gave you one night of good sex. You have to be stronger than that.
She didn’t want to be, though. She wanted to go back to the starry-eyed girl who loved a wonderful man, even if he’d never noticed her. Because back then, she’d have done anything for Asher and she’d have never hurt him for the world.
“I don’t lie about everything, you know,” he said after a moment, and then smoothed her hair aside so he could kiss her ear.
“Mmhmm,” she murmured, unwilling to commit to a response. Seemed like everything she said hurt him one way or another.
“Like when I said I’d have you screaming my name when you came? That definitely wasn’t a lie.” He nipped at her ear. “Though the biting was a nice plus. I could do with more of that.”
Greer smiled and turned around in his arms to bite him again. Maybe on his nipples. Maybe there was room for a fourth orgasm after all. “Is it time for me to have my wicked way with you, then?”
“Have mercy, woman. Let a man catch his breath.” But the gleam of challenge in his eyes told her that he wouldn’t need long. This was good. Playful Asher was good. Playful Asher couldn’t be hurt by what she said—or didn’t say.
She’d just have to coax Playful Asher to the forefront a bit more.
Chapter 11
Greer woke up, completely disoriented, to light kisses on her neck and shoulder, and familiar fingers teasing her nipple.
“Morning,” Asher murmured, pulling her closer to him.