“You, Molly. I want you.” I sit there in stunned silence, my mind unable to comprehend what it is he just said.

“Me?” I finally get that one word past my lips. Did I hear him wrong? He nods, leaning in closer to me. I swallow.

“I’ll leave them be if you give me what I want.” This is not happening.

“And what you want is me? Do I have that right?” I don’t wait for an answer before I’m giving him a piece of my mind. “You do know that I’m not a thing to possess,” I say, but that doesn’t stop the ache between my thighs from growing.

“I want to taste you.” Heat rushes to my face. He did not say that. His eyes drop to my mouth.

“You’re serious.”

“Always.” The man wasn’t joking about being truthful.

“Why?”

“See?” He shakes his head. “So naïve.” He grips my chin. I don’t fight him as he pulls me toward him. He meets me halfway, his mouth brushing against mine. A spark flicks through my whole body, making me gasp.

Asher’s tongue slips past my parted lips. “Kiss me back,” he orders.

I want to tell him he’s bossy, but my mind blanks when his hand drops from my chin to my thigh, his fingers drifting upward. My entire body is acutely aware of him.

“Asher,” I whimper. My knees drop open shamelessly.

“Kiss me back, baby.” His fingers drag along the edge of my panties. He could slip them right in and touch my throbbing clit. “I’ll give you what you want.” His fingers dip in but only a little. My hips lift as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.

He growls into my mouth as his fingers pull my panties to the side before they stroke the seam of my sex. He grazes them across my clit.

“Asher,” I whimper louder this time, wanting what I know only he can give me.

“You’re so wet.” He pulls his mouth from mine to bury his face into my neck. He licks and sucks me there as he presses his fingers firmly against my clit. All I can think about is his mouth being there instead. I close my eyes and let that play through my mind. “Give it to me,” he orders, nipping at me.

I cry out his name. My hips buck as the orgasm rolls through my body. He keeps stroking me, drawing out the orgasm until it’s too much. I slam my thighs closed, my body jerking. It’s too sensitive. His hand stays trapped between my legs.