Must Love Frosting by Stacey Joy Netzel

Author:Stacey Joy Netzel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stacey Joy Netzel

Chapter 19

Asher brushed his hand over the soft, silky skin of Honor’s belly below her navel. The wide waistband of her leggings barred his access. Her stomach quivered beneath his touch as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the rapid pulse at the base of her throat.

“Yes or no?” he rasped against her skin, his breath short with anticipation.

Please say yes. Please.

He needed something to tide himself over until their dinner. Because he was a fucking idiot for not taking all she was offering right now.

Her breath came in shallow spurts as her fingers threaded through his hair. “I didn’t say that to make you feel like you have to—”

“Oh, Honor, I want to,” he interrupted. “I want to so very much.”

“Then, yes,” she whispered.

He rose up just enough to capture those delectable lips as he slipped his hand inside her pants. His dick throbbed when he felt how wet she was. Because of him. For him. The first graze of his finger between her folds drew a breathless gasp from her throat. He stroked his tongue deep into her mouth with each caress over her clit, all the while noting what moves elicited the best response.

As he increased speed and pressure, her hips bucked against his hand. A slight shift and he slid one finger inside her. When he added a second and rubbed his thumb over her swollen nub, her back arched on a low, drawn out moan, head thrown back.

“Oh…God…that feels good,” she panted. “So good.”

The almost painful clench of her fingers in his hair turned him on even more. He stroked in and out, curling his fingers to hit just the right spot as his thumb played her clit.

“Asher.”

His name fell from her lips as a plea. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever heard in his life. He couldn’t wait to hear it again when he was buried to the hilt inside her.

One more circle of his thumb, a little extra pressure, and she detonated in his arms. He lifted his lashes to watch her come apart, and wondered again why the fuck he’d insisted on dinner first?

The answer was swift. Because with her, he really did want more than sex. She was worth the wait. She was worth the cold shower.

Oh, hell, who was he kidding? He was going to memorize this moment and use it as he took the edge off himself later.

Her eyes were closed as he withdrew his hand, smoothed her pants, and pressed a gentle kiss to her soft mouth.

“Wow,” she breathed. The dark fan of her lashes lifted on her languid green eyes and a very satisfied grin curved her lips. “Thank you.”

He gave a soft laugh. “You’re welcome, and thank you. How’s seven tomorrow for dinner?”

Regret drew her eyebrows down in a frown. “I can’t do tomorrow. I have to finish this cake.”

“Friday?”

She lifted a hand to palm his face, expression contrite. “I’m sorry, but I need every moment before I deliver the cake Saturday afternoon.

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