“I love when you say my name.” He nibbles at my neck. His thumb rubs back and forth against my nipple, making it harden more.

“We can’t do this?” I mean it to come out as a statement, but it doesn’t.

“Who cares if I’m your stepbrother? We didn’t grow up together.”

“Let’s not forget that you’re a jerk.” He nips my neck. “See?” It takes everything in me not to moan. His mouth feels so damn good on me.

“See what? I think you like that.” One of his legs slips between mine, hooking around it to pull my legs apart. “I can prove it.” I whimper, closing my eyes as his hand slips between my thighs. He cups my sex. “Soaked.” He nips my neck again.

“You’re a jerk.” My words might ring true, but my body doesn’t care. My hips lift, trying to grind my sex against the palm of his hand.

“But I’m your jerk.” His finger slips through the folds of my sex. He lazily rubs my clit. What the heck does that mean? He’s my jerk?

“You’re not a jerk, I take that back. You’re an asshole,” I moan. He’s teasing me.

“You say the sweetest things to me, love.”

I moan again. I’m not sure if it’s from his fingers on my clit or him calling me love.

“Asher,” I breathe his name, wanting him to give me what I need.

“Yes?”

“Please.”

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” He shifts, moving over me. My legs spread wide to make room for him as he claims my mouth in a kiss. I moan into his mouth as I lift my hips. His cock grinds into my sex. A groan comes from him before he pulls his mouth from mine. “Why can’t I stay away from you? What have you done to me? You’re driving me insane.” He claims my mouth again before I can form a response. Not that I have one. All I can think of is him giving me pleasure and the fact that he just admitted that he can’t stay away from me. I don’t even know what to do with that information.

His mouth slips down my body. I watch, unable to look away as he kisses me all over. When he sucks my nipple into his mouth, my back bows off the bed. All I can think about is him doing that to my clit.

“Asher.” I start to beg, the ache between my thighs growing with each second that passes.

“I’m savoring every second of this. I think it’s going to be a fight to get it again,” he says as he slips farther down my body. “Why are you bare?” He kisses the top of my mound. “Answer me.”

“I like the way it feels,” I admit.