Chapter 5
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She took her eyes away from him, her mouth suddenly dry. Was she already drunk?
“Are you done for the night?” Asher asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere with wine, cheese and even cheesier lines.” Asher said.
She stared at him for a while. He was a complete stranger but there was something about him that she couldn’t quite place. Strangely, she trusted him.
She looked at Stan. “I’ll be fine,” she reassured.
Stan went in and got her coat. She told him she would meet Henry tomorrow and he should keep her tips safe.
“Give me a call when you get back home,” Stan said.
“Sure.”
Asher escorted her to his car and opened the door for her. They got in. They drove to a convenience store, got two bottles of wine, glasses, a block of cheese, some crackers and two blankets.
Asher drove them to a small park opposite the Clams motel. It was clean, quiet and the grass was kept low.
They spread a blanket over the grass and set the cheese, wine, extra blanket and wine glasses on it.
They settle down on the grass and she took off her heels.
“So this was your grand idea?” She asked.
“Romantic, isn’t it? It almost makes you want to break up with your boyfriend.” Asher didn't know what had gotten into him. He was usually so cold and detached but with her, he was relaxed.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. What’s your deal?” She asked as she watch him open the wine bottle and pour them each a glass.
“You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t need to. I just know that he's not serious enough if he can't show up at night for his girl.”
Wren opened her mouth to speak.
“Don’t defend him with the he's busy s**t. You deserve better and I'm not even saying me.”
She went silent because she agreed with him. He passed the glass to her and she sipped. He sipped from his own glass.
“Not bad,” he commented.
“I take it that you're some rich heir from another state?” Wren asked him.
“I wouldn't say rich,” he said and leaned back. He looked up at the stars, “I like to sit outside and just stare at the stars at night. Gives me some kind of calm.”
Wren glanced at him and then at him.
“So, tell me about yourself, Wrenlee Gibson.”
***
A couple hours and a bottle of wine later, they were laughing like old friends. Asher was openly flirting with her and she was hitting on him as equal.
“What if I kissed you?” he suddenly asked, interrupting her laugh.
Her heart was racing in her chest. This incredibly charming and handsome man wanted to kiss her and she wanted to kiss him too.
“Why don't you find out?” she said, her voice sultry and a bit slurred from the alcohol.
He leaned closer, his hands snaking behind her neck. She tilted her head and closed her eyes as he leaned even closer.
He claimed her lips.
The kiss was slow, sensual and it lit her body on fire. Her hands found their way under his shirt and to his torso. She liked the feel of his hard chest under her arms.
Asher let her hands roam. He could tell that she was hesitant and he kissed her even deeper. He prodded for more.
She parted her lips and let his tongue guide her.
His other hand slid down her back, down to her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips. It caused a growl to form deep inside Asher’s chest.
This woman was making him go crazy. He was hard and he wanted her. He wanted her so badly.
He guided her onto his legs and she straddled him, her hands roaming around his chest and back.
Jace would have told her not to touch him unless he let her. But this man… this man was ready to give her full control. And she was burning it in.
She dared to slip her hand even lower. He was very much aroused, for her. And he was huge. The thought made warmth travel down her body and rest between her legs.
She wanted him, all of him.
They pulled away to catch their breath and Asher began to trace kisses down her neck, down to the sweetheart neckline of her blouse.
“I… I need you,” she gasped as she tilted her head back to give him access.
“Come on,” he helped her to her feet and grabbed her heels. They abandoned everything else and stumbled into the Clam Motel.
“One room,” Asher said, slamming a $100 dollar bill on the table, “keep the change.”
The receptionist handed him the key, “Room 205.”
He took the key from him and turned back to Wren, smashing his lips on her. He lifted her and she wrapped her hands around his neck and her legs around his torso.
He kissed her like she meant the world to him. In this moment, she was everything.
They kissed their way up the stairs, tugging and pulling at the clothes separating them.
They pulled apart long enough for Asher to find the door number and unlock the door. He stumbled into the room and dropped the heels, leading Wren to the bed.
He dropped her carefully on the bed, groaning as he tried to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Wren helped him push it off his shoulder. He climbed over her and kissed her again, kneading her thighs.
As much as he liked her in this silver blouse, he wanted it off. He tugged it off and over her head and threw it to the floor.
The next was her bra. He kissed her while he unhooked it. Soon, he was trailing kisses down her neck and her cleavage. He kissed her n****e and she gasped, arching her back.
He kissed her other n****e before claiming it in his mouth. She shuddered underneath him, taking a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh, my…” she moaned.
She didn't even notice when his hands undid her belt and trousers.
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