For a woman who claims to be an open book, you hide so much.” He runs his thumb down the side of my neck, over the hollow in my collarbone. “Next time you strip for me, you’re taking off more than your clothes.
Lexi RyanHe steps into the studio and I take a step back to give him space, but he follows me, backing me into a corner until he’s leaning over me, his hands pressed into the wall, the heat of his body warming mine.
His eyes are on my mouth, but something hard and angry ticks in his jaw.
“Okay,” I say, sighing dramatically. “I guess you can do me against the wall.
Is that a cell phone in your pocket,” I whisper up at him, “or did I misplace my vibrator?
Lexi RyanAnd what if I want you?” I ask softly.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“You are. You keep coming back. For what? What is this between us?”
He slides a hand into my hair and leads me to lean into him again. “It’s whatever you want it to be, gorgeous. With one exception.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s not just sex. That’s why I won’t sleep with you. I won’t let this be just sex.”
That makes me smile. “Why me, Asher? I’m just some small-town slut with too much baggage. You could have anyone.” I can feel his heart beating against my cheek and its steady pace increases at my question. “Why me?”
“Sweetheart, when you know the answer to that question, we won’t be talking anymore.”
I pull back and blink at him. “You’ll be gone?”
His lips quirk. “I’ll be inside you.
A vocalist joins the organ and the hum of whispers quiets—a swarm of killer bees distracted from their target as they remember the reason for their presence.
Lexi RyanWould you ask me to leave her?” I whisper against her lips. “Would you tell me if you still needed me?”
She flinches as if I’ve struck her. “I can’t do that to her.
What if no one can fix me?”
“You don’t need fixing.” He gives a sad smile and wipes a tear away with his thumb. “It’s like your mosaics. The beauty is already there, you just find it. Let go, sweetheart.
We all knew you were terrified of getting married. It was right there in your eyes every time we brought it up. You didn’t run away from Will. You ran away from marriage.” She sniffs and wipes her cheek with the back of her hand. “And I swooped in and took him before you had a chance to come back to him.”
I look at my hands. How can I deny what’s she’s saying when I’ve thought the exact same thing?
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