Page 89 of Pure Abandon

“Don’t open the window?” I ask.

“No. I closed the curtains after you went to sleep.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. With the bathroom as my only source of light, I scan the room and notice the alarm clock is unplugged. ”Did you also unplug the clock?”

“Yes.”

“Why in the world would you do that?”

“You said I could have you for one night, and I don’t want this night to end.”

“Alex, this isn’t going to…”

Asher rises from the bed, standing tall in his naked glory. “Don’t overthink this, Kathryn. We already sinned, and I have no regrets. I just want you, and if I have to make time stand still, I’ll lock myself in this room with you forever.”

He takes my head in his hands, his thumbs grazing my cheeks, his lips firm and his eyes serious. “Tonight isn’t over. It’s just you and me.”

Asher leans down. His kiss is soft and gentle, more passionate. I can feel his desire for me, and I reciprocate. I don’t want the night to end either.

“Shower with me.” I grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom.

With a boyish grin, he obliges, grabbing a foil packet on the way in. Asher is already naked, so he walks into the massive shower and turns the water on. I can tell it’s hot from the steam that billows out against the glass door. He reaches out his hand and grabs the lapel of my robe and hoists me into the shower with him, robe and all.

I laugh out loud as he wraps his arms around me and we kiss under the warm water. The weight of my robe grows heavy, and I’m relieved as he unwraps me like a Christmas present and our bodies become one under the steady stream.

His lovemaking is slower than before, but the intensity is the same. I fall apart in his arms and my legs are jelly once again. I feel as if we were made to pleasure each other.

When we both come to, we slowly explore each other’s bodies with soap. I am enamored with his back and the beautiful ripples that soar over it. I place soft kisses on a scar that rests below his shoulder blade. Asher spends too much time admiring a beauty mark on my inner calf.

We wash each other’s hair and have a soap fight with the bubbles from our overuse of body wash. The water runs cold and our fingers start to prune from too much time kissing under the shower.

We dress ourselves in towels. I hang back and take a moment to dry my hair and freshen myself up. Exiting the bathroom, I’m shocked to see the room illuminated in the soft splendor of candles.

“Aren’t you full of surprises? Where did you get candles?” I ask. This man is always such a mystery.

“Maybe it’s magic,” he says from his place by the bed.

“I doubt it. Let me guess. You texted Devon to buy candles.”

Asher lets out a laugh and hangs his head in mock shame. “You know me too well.”

Even if this is only for one night, Asher is pulling out all the stops. I wonder if he’s like this with all his women. I push the idea out of my head. I’m not ruining this moment. If it’s only for one night, I’m going to live every second of it.

Asher appears from behind and wraps his arms around me.

“I’ve ordered in. Come, let’s eat.” He places a soft kiss on my neck and leads me to a table by the window. His towel is too small for his frame, and I giggle at the site of flesh peeking out from beneath.

“What I would give to know what goes on inside that little head of yours.” His luminous smile glows brighter than I’ve ever seen it.

“Very dirty thoughts, Mr. Asher.”

“Care to share?”

“You can use your imagination. Mostly revisiting the act of you ravaging me in the shower. You have given me plenty of moments to relive once this night is over.”

A frown registers on his face. Did I say something wrong? His eyes look down at the table. “Let’s not talk about tonight ending yet. The night, as they say, is still young.”

I nod and take a seat. Asher has ordered a smorgasbord of food. From pancakes to lamb chops, chocolate cake to a Caesar salad, I think he’s ordered one of everything on the menu.