Page 111 of Gravehouse

“Bed.” Asher cuts her off without looking away from me. “Now.”

“But...”

“Khloe.”

I swallow a laugh, because when did he get so serious about everything.

Khloe snorts, catching the railing as she stumbles up the stairs. “Fine.”

And then it’s just us, the way it always ends up.

I shrug my coat off one shoulder, lamplight catching the dark silk of the dress Khloe forced me into when all I wanted was to drink in my sweatpants and cardigan.

“Why are you still up?” My eyes grow heavy.

“Somebody had to make sure you didn’t do something stupid.” He leans back against the counter as I kick off my heels. “Again.”

“Maybe I like stupid.” It drops lower than I mean it to, but the green fairy dissolved whatever filter I had left.

I move closer. I need more of him, simple as that.

He searches my face, mouth twitching. “You’re drunk.”

My finger almost finds his chest. “And you’re shirtless.”

Another step. “You know, you’re making this rather hard to...”

His palm slams over my mouth, his nose dragging along the curve of my jaw. “If you don’t keep this mouth shut, pretty soon I’m gonna throw out all the fucking rules.”

He leans back enough to give me room, and I’m too drunk to want it.

“Maybe it’s time we throw them out anyway?” Lifting my brows, I keep my voice low.

He catches my wrist before I can touch him, locking it above my head. The seconds stretch, and I’m fucking tired. Tired of the games, the back and forth, all of it.

I flatten my free palm over his chest. “Oh well. Guess we keep playing, and maybe tomorrow I’ll bring one home to fuck...”

His hand closes around my throat and he shoves me into the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine and swallowing my laugh.

Shit.

Reality splits into some manic nightmare where I’d live and die for him.

Because I would.

Oh God...

He’s kissing me and I should pull away, I know I should, but he groans and my mouth opens on a broken sound, and I losewhatever shred of self-respect I had left as I fall straight into him.

His thigh drives between mine, forcing me open, his tongue exploring my mouth.

Forcing himself to stop, he rests his forehead on mine.

“Asher...” I warn, ignoring my heart thudding like it’s trying to crack my ribs.

“Fuck.” He bites on a groan. “I know.”

I search his eyes.Mine.Every single part of him is mine.