After he finishes wiping every inch of my pussy, my legs are quivering with the strength of holding back my orgasm. How embarrassing is it that I’m seconds away from exploding and all he’s doing is wiping me off.

He looks up from where his head has been leaning in while he was cleaning me off, noticing the heat in my eyes and I’m sure the blush that covers my skin. His eyebrow cocks and that lethal grin takes over his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he leans forward and gives me one long lick of his warm tongue. Lifting up, I’m confused for a breath of a second, and then I feel his hand pop down on my pussy. His fingers hit with just enough pressure against my swollen nerves that I throw my head back and scream. My eyes roll back in my head, my toes curl, and I gasp with the power of this orgasm. My whole body is blazing white hot.

“Oh, God. Oh my God. Holy. Jesus!” I scream again, another wave of pure bliss crashing over me when he dips two thick fingers in deep. I feel like I’m being tugged under in some riptide of pleasure and it’s almost too much for me to bear.

“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it,” he coos in my ear as I ride the wave, helpless to do anything but hold on to him tight. “Fuck, the way you milk my fingers makes me so hard.”

I feel his weight shift, and just when I think I’m coming down from the second wave, he is pushing his thick cock in deep and prolonging my orgasm. He’s leaning up on his knees, careful to keep his weight off my stomach, and pushing in quick bursts. It doesn’t take long before I’m barreling over yet another wave. Or hell, maybe I’ve been riding the same one, in some funnel of pleasure that my body doesn’t know how to escape from—and doesn’t want to.

It doesn’t take long, despite the fact that, in the last few hours, he’s already come twice; he pushes in deep and rolls his hips. His face is the picture of ecstasy as he empties himself inside me again.

I always used to read the books where the hero would come, and come, and come…and then come again. I’d roll my eyes, thinking that surely there was no way a man like that—with stamina of a god—exists. Tonight, Asher proved me wrong. Those men definitely do exist. And he’s all mine.

***

I can feel myself getting tired, but I know I can’t go to sleep until Asher and I have talked. I don’t feel right with this entire unknown, ticking time bomb sitting between us. I need to know where he’s coming from, where his head is, and what his plans are.

He comes back from dropping another used washcloth in the dirty laundry hamper and climbs in behind me, curling his arm around my body and pulling me close. His palm instantly goes to my stomach and caresses the tight skin. I can feel our son rolling around, and I smile when I feel Asher laugh against my back.

“We need to talk, baby,” I start.

He sighs. “I know.”

“Do you want to start? Maybe let me in and tell me what’s kept you gone for the last two weeks? I’m not going to even lie, Ash. It killed me to think that I wasn’t enough for you to let in and let help. I’m not going to crumble. I’m here to walk this road with you, remember?”

“Sunshine, I saw your distress. I saw how much that letter shook you, and it killed me that something I’m doing could be the cause of your fear.”

I turn, rolling onto my other side and grabbing his hand to hold it between both of mine. I admire how strong his long fingers are, just like he is. “Of course I was afraid, Asher. That’s the normal reaction that anyone would feel if they were in the same position. That didn’t mean that I needed you to protect me from knowing what was happening. I want to be that person you confide in. I want to help you, Asher.”

“You know I never stopped looking into Dominic, right?”

I nod my head. I do in fact know how much he’s researched his target. I helped him for months, compiling everything we could find on that scumbag.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you stopped. I had hoped, but I think deep down I knew you hadn’t given up.”

He closes his eyes tight, moving his forehead in that way he does so that it’s resting against mine. His harsh breathing is dancing with each one of my calm breaths.

“I have enough intel on him now that it wouldn’t take much for me to end this tomorrow. I know where he is at almost every second thanks to a tracking device I was able to slip under his car. When he leaves his compound, I know. I’ve been following his every move for the last eight days.”

His admission shocks me to the core. He’s been putting himself in danger. Recklessly kicking his thirst for vengeance into overdrive because of one stupid letter.