Page 31 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
“Torture.”
She steps closer. We’re standing in the middle of her living room, holding mugs of tea, and the air is suddenly so thick I can barely breathe.
“Why did you really come up, Asher?” she asks. Her voice is trembling slightly.
“You invited me.”
“I invited you for coffee. You don’t seem like the type who drinks coffee at night.”
“I came up,” I say, setting my mug down on the bookshelf without looking, “because the probability of me driving away and leaving you here alone was zero.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to see where you live,” I admit. “I wanted to see the variable in its natural habitat.”
“Stop calling me a variable,” she says, but there’s no heat in it. She steps closer, until she’s standing right in front of me. She has to tilt her head back to look me in the eye. “I’m not a line of code.”
“I know.”
I reach out, unable to stop my hand from lifting and tracing the line of her jaw. Her skin is soft, warm. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re soft,” I whisper.
“Asher,” she breathes.
I slide my hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head. Her hair falls out of her bun.
I shouldn’t do this. I’m her boss and her best friend’s brother. I’m the guy who lives in the server room because people are too messy.
But she isn’t messy. She fits. I lower my head.
“Can I?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“If you say yes,” I warn her, my voice low and serious, “the variables change. Work changes. We don’t go back.”
She opens her eyes. They are clear. Sure. “I don’t want to go back.”
I kiss her.
It’s not gentle. I don’t know how to be gentle. It’s hungry. Her lips are soft and taste sweet. She makes a small sound in the backof her throat and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down.
I groan, the sound vibrating in my chest. I wrap my arm around her waist, hauling her flush against me. I can feel every curve. The fabric of her blouse is smooth under my hand.
I walk her backward until her back hits the wall.
“Asher,” she gasps against my mouth.
“Open,” I command.
She opens her mouth, and I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. It’s wet and messy. It’s better than order. It’s chaos, and I want to drown in it.
My hand slides down her back, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly so she’s pressed against my groin. I’m hard. Painfully hard.
I want to take her right here. I want to lift her legs around my waist and bury myself in her until the only name she knows is mine.
My logic centers go dark. Just the taste of her and the terrifying realization that I would burn the company to the ground just to stay here.
