Page 55 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
“We’ll take our time,” Asher said as he lowered my feet to the floor in the bathroom.
He closed the bathroom door enough so the room was only slightly illuminated, just enough so Asher and I didn’t bump into each other.
My core clenched. “You’re going to shower with me?”
It was going to kill me not to explore his naked body, but that didn’t stop me from wanting him naked.
He nipped the sensitive skin of my neck as he asked huskily near my ear, “Do you really think I’d let you go alone right now?”
The warmth of his breath wafted over my earlobe, and my entire body shivered. “I don’t know,” I said shakily. “I’m sorry that I want it to be dark—”
“Don’t,” he rasped against my neck. “Don’t ever fucking apologize for asking me for something you need. You should know by now that I’m not a guy who isn’t going to respect boundaries or understand those boundaries. I have scars of my own, Sierra. This suits me just fine for right now. Tell me what you want and I’ll go through hell to give it to you.”
Tears filled my eyes as I tilted my head back reflexively, wanting him to have whatever access he wanted to my body.
How had I ever gotten lucky enough to get close to this man, to have him want me as much as I wanted him?
And how had no other woman ever realized how incredible and giving he was?
I honestly didn’t know Asher’s entire history, but my instincts told me that he probably hadn’t been with a woman in a long time because of his aversion to touch.
“It’s been a long time for me,” he verified hoarsely as he lowered the straps of my bathing suit. “I don’t have a condom, so this isn’t going to end with my cock buried inside you, but I’ll make it so good for you that you aren’t going to care.”
It took me a moment to register exactly what he was saying. “No,” I whispered as he reached out to turn on the shower. “I need you, Asher. I won’t get pregnant, and I haven’t been with anyone for a long time, either. I’m clean. I get that you might not want to trust me—”
“I trust you.” He pulled my swimsuit down with a powerful tug, then lowered it down my legs until I could kick it off. “I’m clean, too. Fuck, Sierra! If this happens bare, I won’t last.”
“I don’t care,” I said as I shook my head.
I just wanted to feel this man possessing me in the most elemental way possible.
I had just enough light to see when he pushed his swim trunks down his legs and kicked them off before he gripped my hand and pulled me into the shower.
I hissed as the warm water washed over my skin, every nerve in my body reactive at the moment.
“I care,” Asher said harshly before his mouth came down on mine with a fierceness that took my breath away.
I leaned into him when he wrapped his arms around my waist, but I forced myself not to yank him closer.
I opened to him, savoring the bold way he claimed my mouth.
It was obvious to me that Asher liked control, and I didn’t think that dominance was completely due to his PTSD.
I kissed him back with the same hunger, more than happy to let him have his way.
He was probably going to hold back because I’d told him that I didn’t like to be restrained, and I was almost sorry that I’d mentioned my preferences.
I wasn’t so sure I’d dislikeanythingthis man did to my body.
Asher backed me up until my skin hit the tile behind me and crowded me against the wall as his embrace became more and more primal.
I moaned against his mouth, and my palms slapped against the tile.
I had to find a way not to touch him, not to explore every inch of his skin.
“Fuck this!” he rasped, like he was in pain, as soon as he released my mouth. “Touch me, Sierra. I’d die before I’d hurt you, and I want your hands on me.”
My heart squeezed inside my chest.
