Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“There are two ways to go out to the backyard, the kitchen or my room. Figured this would be easier in case you need to use the restroom.” Asher leads me through his bedroom, tossing a look over his shoulder. One full of promises that’s causing me to shiver. There’s a king-size bed, a deep gray quilt covering it with a lighter shade peeking beneath it and also carrying through the pillows. The furniture is a deep wood tone, and the walls are warm in color. The pile of clothes on the foot of his bed is the only mess I can see in the short window I’m here. His scent, though, it lingers well into the bathroom. A quick flick of a lock and a twist of the knob, then we’re out on his back patio.
I lose Asher’s hand when he moves to switch the patio lights on. A soft glow illuminates the covered area as well as a light in the pool. “Wow,” I breathe out. “This is incredible. I mean, I saw a bit before when you were out here with your niece, but that was literally a sliver. You have an oasis out here, and it’s beautiful.”
“Thanks. The pool was the selling feature. Of course, I had no idea the amount of work it needed. Now that it’s done, I’m no longer cussing the cost.” Asher sets two towels out on a lounge chair and then moves back toward me. I had no idea I’ve been glued to just outside the door until my feet are moving, following his lead heading near the chairs.
“I’d bet. Kind of how I feel about this electrical nonsense.” This time, it’s me disengaging in order to pull off my cover-up. No way would you ever see me walk out of the house in just a two-piece. I lift the gauzy dress over my head. I chose the black bikini with a floral design, V-neck, scalloped trim, and adjustable straps for the top. This style allows me to tighten it with the ties in the center of my back and helps hold the girls up and in place. The matching bottoms are high-rise with a slight cheekiness to them. When I look up, my gaze meets Asher’s. He's taking me in, completely, and while he’s seen me in a towel, this is a whole lot different.
“Jesus, Lennon, you’re fucking gorgeous.” There’s a hunger in his voice and look in his eyes that tells me deep down in my soul is him stating the truth.
“Well, thank you, but, umm… You’re not so bad yourself.” Ugh, I’m such an idiot. That sounds way worse than describing how hot I think he is. “What I meant to say is, well, you’re really handsome.” Get it together, Lennon Sinclair. You’re thirty-five years old, not a bumbling, stumbling teenager.
“Babe, come here.” Butterflies swirl in my stomach as I take a hesitant step, worried I’ve made an absolute fool of myself. Once I’m within reaching distance, Asher pulls me close to his body yet again. I’m noticing he’s a physical touch kind of man, which I’m finding I like more than I ever thought possible. “You got nothing to be nervous about with me. Like you exactly the way you are, and everything else we’ll figure out. Okay?”
I don’t use my words. Instead, I nod, probably looking like a bobble head, but it works. He drops another kiss to my lips. This time, it’s too fast for more. I’d be on the tips of my toes, hands diving into his hair or holding on to his waist like I did earlier and trying my hardest to deepen the kiss into a full-on make-out session.
He leads me into the pool and walks us into the water. There are no steps, and I have no idea what the real name of this pool style is, but it’s freaking cool. I assume the other side would be the deep end, and there are steps off to the side. There’s also a ledge along the back wall where you can rest. He sits down, the water coming up to his chest, spreads his legs, and pulls me down until I’m between his thighs. My ass cushions near his lap, causing me to feel him, all of him.
“Asher,” I whimper when he presses his hips upward.
“That’s what you do to me, Lennon. Every morning, I wake up with my hand wrapped around my cock. I get so much of a thrill of seeing you during the day, and I have to refrain from doing the same. At night, it’s a whole lot of the same. I get you might have reservations. I’ll go as slow as you want or as fast you want. The ball is in your court.” He moves my hair off to the other shoulder. The scruff on his chin and cheeks abrades the skin on my neck. The sensation sends me into a quivering needy mess. My legs squeeze together, my core pulses with need, and I drop my hands to Asher’s thighs, holding him as tightly as possible. I’m waffling about what I should do and how to respond.