“Should I be?”
The little smile touching the edges of her mouth was so damn sexy, he couldn’t resist kissing it again. “This is your second time having sex, right? Most people are nervous for a while.”
The delicate little snort she gave was charming. “I’ve already had a worst-case scenario, Asher. Bad sex in a public spot, no foreplay, no orgasm.” She ticked each grievance off her fingers. “Then you got me pregnant.”
“Ouch.” He really was the worst ever. And he was going to make it up to her, even if he had to spend the next six years kissing her bare feet. Or six decades. Whatever it took.
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just telling you the truth.” She leaned in and brushed her fingers over his mouth, that small touch sending shock waves straight to his groin. “The way I see it, tonight can go two possible ways.”
“I’m listening.”
“Either you’re as completely terrible as I expect, and we can practice until you get better, like I thought. Or . . . you’re amazing and you’ve been lying to me this entire time just to get me in your bed.”
Well, when she put it that way . . . “Which do you want it to be?”
“Considering I would rather not be the recipient of another round of truly terrible sex?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
“Damn. You really do have a way of flattening a man’s ego.”
She tapped his lower lip with her finger. “Consider it payback for you being a jerk.”
“Fair enough.” He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. “But I intend on making you yell out my name tonight.”
“Fair enough,” she echoed, gazing up at him with such serious eyes. “You’re welcome to try.”
“Oh, I’m going to try, all right. It’s my new goal.” He kissed her fingertips again, liking that she visibly shivered at the small caress. “Make Greer lose her mind and scream my name out.”
One of her elegant eyebrows arched. “Do I seem like a screamer to you?”
“What can I say? I’m a man that loves a challenge.” He clasped her hand in his, and then lowered their linked palms to her side so he could lean in and kiss her. “And I intend on having a lot of fun trying.”
“You’ll forgive me if I point out that you should try and make this fun for me, too?”
Oh, it will be. But Asher only grinned at her. Let her be full of reluctance and doubts. They’d be gone by the time he was done with her tonight. He wasn’t leaving this bedroom until she was an utterly boneless, sated mess. . . . who had screamed his name at least once.
And to start out? He needed to get that adorably skeptical look off her pretty face. “I did promise you foreplay, did I not?”
“You did.”
“We should probably start with undressing, then. May I?” He released her hand and put a finger to one of the buttons on her blouse, right under the high collar. No sexy, low-cut flashes of skin for Greer. She was all business, clothing-wise. He kind of loved that. She was like his own sexy teacher fantasy to undress. Except, well, she was a wedding planner, but he didn’t care. It was Greer, and that was enough fantasy for him.
This time, she visibly swallowed, and then nodded. “Of course. This will go much faster if we’re undressed.”
“Didn’t realize you were so eager.”
“The sooner we’re naked, the sooner we’re done.”
“Greer, my sweet love, I do believe you could give classes on how to easily shatter a man’s ego,” he teased, and undid the first button. The hint of creamy brown skin underneath made his dick twitch in response, and he moved immediately to the second one and undid it, too. The barest hint of cleavage was revealed, and he had to bite back a groan. He glanced up at her face and noticed she was watching him with a peculiar expression. “What is it?”
“Your sweet love?”
Damn. Had that slipped out? Time to own it. “What would you do if I said I was in love with you?”
“Call you a liar?”
“Then call me a liar, because I am.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose to take the gravitas out of his statement.
“You’re a liar or you’re in love?”
Such a dubious woman, and such delectable breasts were being revealed to his swiftly unbuttoning fingers. “Why don’t I show you which one I am?” He brushed aside the filmy fabric of her blouse, revealing black lacy bra cups and breasts that were far more generous than he remembered. He groaned. “Fuck.”
“What?” He watched as she visibly stiffened a little.
“I was expecting beige. Or white. But seeing you with a sexy bra?” He shook his head. “My dick was not prepared.”
Her small, throaty little laugh made his entire body hum in response. “My breasts seem to have blown up like balloons over the past month or two. I had to buy some new lingerie and figured I might splurge on something . . . pretty.”
Was she blushing? Ah, fuck. Were her nipples hard through the lacy fabric? He dragged a knuckle over the tip of one breast and loved that she sucked in a breath, loved that he could feel the tiny, hard peak through the fabric. “Were you thinking of me when you bought this?”
“So arrogant,” she whispered.
“That’s not a no.”
She just bit her lip, and he knew he had his answer. And damn if that didn’t do all kinds of urgent things to his body. The need to push her down on the bed and claim her for his own was surging through him, but he forced himself to return to slowly unbuttoning her blouse and revealing more satiny skin. All of this was his, and he planned to enjoy every last inch of her tonight.