“I love this closet. I loved this closet before I even really liked you,” I told him truthfully.
He laughed, turning me in his arms. “Now you love me.”
“Maybe, or maybe I'm using you for your closet. Did you ever think of that?” I asked, smirking up at him. He picked me up suddenly, making me squeal. Then I was on the chaise lounge with him lying on top of me. “What are you doing?” I breathed as his hand found my breast and the other went to the back of my thigh.
“I'm going to prove that you’re not using me for the closet,” he says, his fingers tracing the back of my thigh and around the front of my sleep shorts, and underneath the edge. Then he slowly traced my seam with his finger. My hips lifted automatically, trying to get more contact.
“People are here.” I moaned.
“Then you better be quiet, baby,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers running over my clit, circling twice then dipping down, filling me. I bit down on his shoulder, one hand going under his shirt to his back and the other to his bicep, holding on. “You’re so wet. Jesus, I wish I could taste you right now.”
“Please,” I begged, my face coming out of his neck. I love his mouth. I wanted his mouth on me.
“My greedy girl. You know I love your pu**y, baby, but I can’t. The minute I get my mouth on you, I’m going to want to f**k you and I can’t do that knowing your dad’s in the next room.”
I whimpered. His words were turning me on even more. His fingers slid slowly in and out then his thumb moved over my clit and I felt myself begin to fall apart, his mouth catching my moan. I pulled him closer, wrapping myself tighter around him. My eyes were squeezed shut and I could still feel myself spasming around his fingers.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, opening my eyes. I watched in fascination as Asher brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. That caused another spasm. Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me deep and wet. When he pulled his mouth away, we were both trying to catch our breath. “Maybe I'm using you for amazing orgasms,” I said quietly.
“Yeah, maybe.” He chuckled and kissed my nose. I felt my face go soft.
“No, I'm definitely in love with you.” I whispered my confession. It still amazed me that this guy, who seemed so rough around the edges, was always soft with me.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.” Tears stung my nose and I took a deep breath.
Asher picked up the wrapped box on the chair and handed it to me. “What’s this?” I asked.
“Your other gift.” He smiled his cocky grin and I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes. I slowly unwrapped the silver paper and lifted the lid on the small jewelry box. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest with the anticipation.
“Wow,” I whispered, staring down at the most beautiful necklace I had ever seen. Two silver hearts intertwined, becoming one, similar to an eternity symbol. I took it out of the box and held it in my hand, not sure if he even knew the significance of the design. “It’s beautiful,” I said, still whispering. I looked up and he was watching me closely.
“Will you put it on me?” I asked, handing it to him. My hair was already up so I turned my back to him and he placed the necklace around my neck then clasped it. I felt his lips on the back of my neck. My hand went to the hearts and I pulled it away from my chest, looking down at it. He pulled me around to face him again.
“Beautiful,” he said and I started crying. He pulled me into his lap and I shoved my face into his neck, absorbing his smell. “Baby, why are you crying?” That’s a good question. I had no idea why I was crying. I just felt really emotional.
“I'm sorry.” I sniffled, wiping my face on his shirt.
“Did you just wipe your snot on me?”
I started giggling. “No, just tears. I promise.”
“Uh hum,” he mumbled and kissed the top of my head. I pulled my face away from his chest and looked into his beautiful eyes. I’m so lucky. “So, now that you have your stuff here, baby, you know that means you’re officially moved in, right?”
I'm in complete shock. He totally tricked me into moving in. Actually, come to think of it, he tricked my dad. He got his way without having to fight with me about it. I loved staying there, but I liked having a backup plan.
“Oh my God. You bossed me and got your way, and I didn’t even notice you were doing it.”
“I didn’t boss you, baby. I told you that you would want to live with me.” He was right, as mad as it made me. I wanted to be there as badly as he wanted me to.
“You don’t think this is too soon?” I mumbled, shaking my head.
“Fuck, no.”
Okay. He was sure about this. Me, on the other hand, I was not so sure. “I don’t want this to go bad because we’re so new. I feel like this is moving so fast. I'm worried that it’s just because it’s new to you and you don’t really know what you’re asking. Like you’re going to lose interest sooner or later and I’ll be heartbroken, and stuck moving out of a house that I love when I knew it was too soon to move into it in the first place.”
His hands moved to my neck, his thumbs were under my jaw, tilting my head back so he had full eye contact. “You’re pissing me off.” Eeek! He looked pissed. Crap. “I'm a grown man. I know what I want out of life. I know who I want in my life. You’re not in my head, you don’t know how I feel, so stop trying to make choices for me,” he says, shaking my head gently. “I'm trying to slow down for you. For me, going fast would be you wearing a ring instead of a necklace. Trust me, I'm taking it slow, as slow as I can.”