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  Chapter Twenty-seven

  “Yes.” Lisa lifted her chin defiantly though her heart was pounding. “Yes, it is—it’s your turn. So go ahead and do it.”

  There was a hungry light in his dark green eyes but it softened somewhat, maybe because he heard the tremble in her voice.

  “It’s all right, sweetheart” he murmured. “I’ll be gentle with you—I would never hurt you, you know. Never take what you are unwilling to give.”

  “I know,” she whispered, looking up at him. “But I want this, I do. I’m just…a little afraid of wanting it, that’s all.”

  “I will be gentle,” he repeated. “Turn around—I will do your back first.”

  Lisa turned around and gave a little moan of relief and pleasure when he began massaging her neck and shoulders, just as she had done for him.

  “Mmm, that feels so good,” she murmured as he worked on her with those long fingers of his.

  “I am just ‘following your lead,’ as you instructed,” he rumbled low, in her ear.

  Lisa shivered, wondering if he was really going to copy everything she had done to him. But his big, warm hands felt too good to let her worry for long. As he massaged her, all the tension of the long, long day seemed to melt away like butter in a hot skillet. In fact, she felt like she was melting herself, her eyes closed with pleasure as she relaxed under his hands.

  And then those hands reached around the front of her and came to rest just under her bare breasts.

  Lisa’s breath seemed to catch in her throat and she froze.

  Asher paused for a long moment, as though letting her get used to the new placement of his hands. He leaned down and she felt his warm breath on the side of her neck as he spoke.

  “If you want me to stop at any time, just say so. Otherwise I am going to continue to spread the oil on your body—all over your body.”

  “I…I understand.” Lisa licked suddenly dry lips, her heart pounding. “Go…go ahead. Do it.”

  “As you wish.”

  His big hands slid up until he was cradling her breasts from behind and Lisa moaned as his thumbs flicked gently over her nipples. The tips of her breasts had always been incredibly sensitive—so much so that she could almost come from having them played with—if the man she was with knew what he was doing.

  Asher clearly did.

  He continued to flick gently, expertly, circling her sensitive nubs and occasionally stopping to tug lightly on them, sending sparks of pleasure straight from her breasts to the heated spot between her thighs.

  “Ohhhh!” Lisa moaned and felt herself relaxing back against him as she thrust her breasts forward into his hands. “Oh, God that feels so good.”

  “You like to have your nipples played with, sweetheart?” Asher murmured in her ear as he tugged at her sensitive buds once more. “You like to be teased as much as you like to tease?”

  “I…I guess so. Yes,” Lisa moaned, writhing against him. God, she could feel the pleasure mounting as he touched her—touched her just right. It had been so long since she’d been with a man who cared about her pleasure—who only wanted to make her feel good, not hurt or manipulate her…

  “I love the way your breasts feel in my hands,” Asher murmured in her ear. “So full and ripe. And your nipples are so hard, sweetheart. I wonder what they would feel like in my mouth. I wonder if you’d like it if I sucked them.”

  “I…I wouldn’t mind,” Lisa admitted breathlessly.

  “But that would be breaking the rules,” he pointed out. “Since I am supposed to be rubbing oil on you, not tasting you. Not that I wouldn’t love to do exactly that.”

  As he spoke, his hands released her breasts and came back around to her lower back. Lisa moaned breathlessly as he filled his large hands with the globes of her ass, squeezing firmly even as he parted her cheeks.

  The motion opened her pussy as well and she gasped as she felt a little tendril of cool air caress her heated clit. God, she was aching for him—throbbing with need! Her knees actually felt weak with desire—which was something she’d thought was not a real thing—only a line you read in romance books sometimes.

  She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the cool tiles of the wall as he continued to knead her ass. Then he leaned forward and rumbled in her ear,

  “Spread for me now, Lisa.”

  They were the exact same words she had said to him, she realized, but when spoken in that deep, soft voice of his, they were enough to make her melt.

  She felt incredibly vulnerable as she did what he said—incredibly aware that he was naked and looming behind her with his thick shaft still long and hard and ready. If he wanted to, he could thrust not just his fingers but that thick pole of flesh between her thighs, sliding upward to find the entrance to her pussy, filling her…fucking her…

  But it was his fingers, not his cock, that she felt when she opened for him. Asher reached between her legs and massaged her inner thighs firmly, in short, kneading strokes that were very professional. Nevertheless, he somehow managed to keep brushing her pussy lips as he worked on her, sending sparks of desire along her nerves until Lisa moaned and pressed her ass outward to meet him—a shameless, mute gesture of submission.

  “I think it’s time to move on,” Asher rumbled in her ear. “Don’t you?”

  “Y-yes,” she stuttered out. “God, yes—please, Asher.”

  “Please what? Please touch you the way you touched me?” he murmured. “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

  As he spoke, his big hands slid around her to massage her inner thighs from the front and to frame her pussy. Lisa moaned helplessly as he cupped her, his broad palm pressing against her sensitive clit. God, she was so hot her pussy was opening for him almost of its own volition! She needed this—needed it badly and though the little voice in the back of her head was trying to warn her that it was a bad idea—that it was unprofessional—she couldn’t seem to ask the big Kindred to stop.

  “Going to rub the oil into your pussy now,” he murmured and then—just as he had in her dream—he spread her swollen outer lips with his ring and index fingers and slipped just the tip of his long middle finger into her heated folds.

  “Ohhhh!” Lisa bucked back against him, nearly losing it as he circled the tight little button of her clit with feather-light strokes. “Oh God, Asher—yes!”

  “Does that feel good?” he murmured in her ear. “Does it feel good to have your soft little pussy spread open and played with, Lisa? Do you like it when I stroke your hot little clit like this?”

  The pad of his middle finger slid deliberately over her swollen button, making her moan again.

  “Y-yes!” she gasped, writhing against him. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this—and doing it with a man she hadn’t even known a whole day! But something about Asher’s hands on her body just felt right. Too right to deny.

  “Gods, you’re so wet,” he murmured hoarsely as he continued to stroke her and his other hand came up to begin teasing her nipples again. “So wet and hot—I only wish it was my tongue between your legs instead of my fingers.”

  “You…you do?” Lisa whispered.

  “Gods, yes! To kneel before you and taste your sweet, creamy pussy…to lap your honey right from the source and then to stroke your clit with my tongue to help you make more so I could lap it away all over again…to feel you coming all over my face… That would be my greatest pleasure,” he assured her hoarsely, as he continued to circle her clit.

  Lisa could scarcely believe him. Eating her out was a sexual act Cameron wouldn’t “lower” himself to do—though he expected regular blowjobs for his own gratification. Before him, she’d been with a couple of guys in college who were willing to “go downtown” but neither of them had been very good at it—or very enthusiastic. And no man she had ever been with had spoken of the act with such longing and desire—as though giving her pleasure gave him the ultimate gratification.

  Asher’s words enflamed her—ramped her pleasure u