Page 53 of Burn With Me

I glared even as my body shook in anticipation. “You’d like me to try, wouldn’t you?”

“Depends on what kind of lesson you want to teach me. Do you want to teach me what lights your body on fire?” He took a step. “Are you going to teach me how to touch you to make you come?”

He reached out and gripped the dress I was still clutching, the material disappearing as he tossed it behind him. His nearness overwhelmed my senses, and I swayed on my feet, trapped by his closeness.

“Because I would love to learn those lessons, Firebug, but if you’re just bratting or trying to top me….” Asher leaned in, nipped my ear, and then took me by surprise as he picked me up by the waist to once more unceremoniously toss me on the bed.

A strangled noise, a mix of wild passion and anger, ripped from my mouth. Why was I angry? I didn’t know. I wanted this, I wanted him, but it was there simmering under the desire.

Asher followed me to the bed, but grabbing my hands, he held them above my head and just stared at me.

“Stop Vi, or we’ll stop right now.”

“Stop what?” I looked away from the eyes that left me naked, even with my underwear still on.

“Do you want this? I told you what I’m like. If you want to stop, you tell me. Remember my rule about misunderstandings? I will not have them between us.”

I slowly shook my head back and forth. “I want this. I-I want you. I don’t know why I’m angry.”

One eyebrow lifted as he studied my face. It was terribly unnerving having him stare at me like that. “I see you, Vi, but if you want this, then you need to let the rage go. Just take a breath.”

He gently rocked his hips back and forth, making me gasp. “Relax and enjoy,” he said. His voice was soft, yet his words dripped with a command that I couldn’t deny.

I took a shuddering breath and closed my eyes as he continued to rub himself on the most sensitive part of my body, and my nipples brushed against his muscular pecks. I needed him to fuck me now.

“I hate you,” I said, and he just smiled back.

“No you don’t. You hate that I see you. You hate to let anyone in, and I don’t let your walls blind me to who you are.”

My eyes fluttered open, and as our eyes locked, I knew he was right. “I like to fight back.”

He smiled wide. “Do you want to fight me?”

“No.”

“But you like to fight?”

“Yes. I used to get into fights all the time when I was younger.” I was beyond wet. I could feel it trapped by the lace panties I was still wearing.

“Maybe, I should leave you like this, all pent up. Make you go home instead so you can think about how you missed out on this moment because of your desire to prove you’re stronger, faster, better.”

My mouth dropped open. “I…I…”

I stopped and looked away, the anger returning. He was calling me out on all the things I did like to bury.

“Please don’t,” I said instead of trying to argue.

His pearly white teeth flashed with a simple grin, but his eyes held enough mischief to have me worried he planned on following through on his threat. If he left me like this, I might actually murder him.

“All right, Firebug, I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you, but….” Asher held up a finger. “You need to stay still, or I will do just that.”

“What are you going to do?”

“You ask too many questions. This is an exercise in learning to trust me to know what you need and when. Now, just breathe.”

I watched him get up from the bed. The sight of that perfect ass was enough to make my mouth water. Once more, the slow-motion movie started in my mind. All I needed was the bow-chicka-bow-wow music to start playing. It was unfair yet so delightful as it flexed and released when he moved.

Meow.