nt utter

face, and he kissed me

was desperate. His lips moved against min

s longer than his brothers', curling

y face to my shoulders, m

was a prayer.

kno

posed to

kno

him again

control

hs and paint cans. My back hit the wall-a different wal

nd the zipper

," he breathed a

nto him. "

ng each inch of exposed skin. When the dress pooled at my

, his artist's ey

tiful it hurts

said anything

ns. Asher helped, shrugging out of the paint-stained

ue across his chest.

nds spanned my waist.

what thi

If I touch you like I want to touch

rrified me. Instead, the

touc

aist. He carried me to a couch half-covered in drop cloths, laying m

confessed. "Every night

up my legs, my t

id you

derwear, slowly sliding the fabric down.

ath hi

d and lower

y out. My hands flew to his hair as he

n my back arched off the couch, when I shattered with his

ured, kissing his way bac

s lips, fumbling with his belt. Asher h

nce, searching my fac

nce." I wrapped my legs

slowly, his groan

he

ntle. I wanted this consuming pass

urgency, one hand braced beside my

me," he c

something shift inside my chest, something mor

a," he whispere

ity in his eyes, his

er followed me over the edge, burying his

aftermath, paint-stained and sw

we done?" I

ed around me. "Somet

oed in the ha

oth

's voice called

. Asher pressed a

" he called b

alk to you.

oor o

d us on the couch-Asher shirtless, me wrap

ained from J

t to be ki