Only one way to find out, he realized with a grin.
She kept trembling against him, so he continued to glide his finger against her clit in leisurely circles, saying filthy things into her ear as he nibbled on it. How he was going to use his tongue right where his fingers were, how he was going to drink in her taste, how he was going to lick her for hours until she was screaming for more. Her lips parted and she whimpered long and loud, and then eventually pushed his hand away, her orgasm finished.
He pressed a kiss to her temple. “That was sweet,” he murmured, cupping her mound. He loved how gloriously wet she was, and how he could hold her so possessively against him. He itched to find that small, sensitive clit again and wring another orgasm out of her, but he had more plans for her body, and he wanted her naked. “How am I doing so far?”
Greer’s shuddering breath told him everything. But then she said, “Adequate.”
Aha. A challenge. He did love a challenge.
“I can do better,” he told her, and slid his hand out of her pants. His fingers were wet with her juices and he brought them to his mouth, hungry to taste her flavor. “Delicious.”
“Is it?” She sounded breathless. Or maybe titillated. Or both. He’d take either one.
“Mmmhmm.” He licked her juices from his hand, pleased that she watched. “I’d offer to share but I’m a greedy bastard.”
Her cheeks heated. “I’m not sure I want to taste myself, thank you.”
“You’ll taste yourself on my mouth after I lick that sweet pussy of yours.” He loved the look on her face as she blushed. Oh, he was so going to do everything he was promising and more. Greer was delightful to tease, and even more delightful to touch. “Now, though, I want you naked.”
She nodded.
He released her, pleased when she swayed on her feet, as if boneless from her orgasm. She righted herself a moment later and then unzipped her slacks, dropping them to the ground and neatly stepping out of them. Her panties were as delicate as her bra, telling him that she’d been thinking more about their relationship in the last week than just their phone calls. It made him have hope. Hope that she wouldn’t hate him for the rest of her life.
Asher watched as she daintily stepped out of the panties, and his mouth watered at the sight of her ass, beautiful and tight. Her hips were lovely, her skin smooth and her curves soft. He wanted to run his mouth over all of her, especially when she turned and he saw the dark thatch between her legs. He wanted to bury his face in those curls and claim her as his own again. “You’re lovely, Greer. I don’t care if you believe me or not, but I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe it. I’m the luckiest man in the world because I get to have you right now.”
She smoothed a hand through her long hair, then drew some of it over her breast as if to hide herself. “I looked better naked a few months ago, before this.” Her fingers skimmed over the gentle swell of her stomach.
Impossible, because now you’re rounded with my child and mine in all ways, he thought but didn’t say aloud. “I think your body looks gorgeous just like this.”
Her mouth twitched with amusement. “Because of these?” She cupped her breasts and jiggled them.
God, had he thought his cock couldn’t get any harder? He was clearly wrong. The sight of her clasping her own tits was making his balls tighten, need throbbing through him. “Because of those,” he said, and filled his hands with her breasts, caressing her. “And because of these,” he continued, sliding his hands down to her hips. Then, he went back to her stomach and traced his fingers over it lightly. “And because of this.”
Her expression grew soft. “Asher . . .”
He couldn’t help it; he knew he was supposed to not care about the baby, but fuck that. She was beautiful, and she was his, and it was his son she was carrying. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her belly. “Hmm?”
“You . . . you need to get naked, too.”
He looked up at her and grinned. “I can do that. Do you want to undress me or shall I do the honors?”
“I want to do it.”
Again, she surprised and pleased him. He liked that his Greer was both curious and eager. Shy, yes, but absolutely willing to try things. A man couldn’t ask for more. He got to his feet and took a step backward, then extended his arms out to his sides. “Do with me as you like. I’m all yours.”
A wicked little smile curved her face. God, that was cute. She threw her shoulders back, that glorious hair cascading down her back as she moved toward him. Her hands went to the front of his jacket, and she fisted the lapels and dragged him down to her height and pressed her mouth to his.
Asher groaned again. Heaven help him, was she going to turn into the seducer in their game? His cock might not be able to handle it.
She broke the kiss and then nipped at his mouth, imitating his actions from earlier. “You’re quite a bit taller than me, you know.”
“Want me to get you a stool?”
She chuckled, the sound throaty. It made his cock throb with need. “Very funny.” She jerked at his jacket, sliding it down his shoulders, and then turned around him, slowly tugging it off. She studied him, and he knew there was no hiding the erection that strained at the front of his pants. Hell, he didn’t want to hide it. In his fevered fantasies, he wanted her to get curious about it and explore him like he had her.
But she moved back to his front and began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, her body close enough to his that his erection brushed against her with every movement. When she pulled his shirt open, it revealed his white undershirt and she gave him a teasing look. “So many layers. You dress quite demurely, Mr. Sutton.”