He pushed me against the wall. One leg between my thighs, one hand holding my wrists above my head, and the o One leg between my thighs, one hand holding my wrists above my head, and the other with a dagger to my throat. I glare I am frozen.
I'm still on a high from everything I just did with Rider. I barely registered Asher getting up and walking over to me, or the glassiness of his eyes which should have told me he's drunk, or the fact no one else is in the entryway but the two of us. I try to pull myself together, the look in his eyes is Is he jealous?
The dim to none lighting in the entryway makes his prominent jawline impossibly sharper. I want to run my tongue along it. His black hair is sticking up in random angles looking like black silk that I want to run my fingers through. I snap out of my gawking remembering to respond. Rider always leaves me satisfied. I unconsciously keep taking steps back until I'm against the door. Why do I always find myself in this situation with him?
He doesn't drop my stare as he keeps coming towards me. He stops with only a handful of inches between us. I can smell the whisky on his breath but his eyes look clear now, well, besides the obvious desire in them. For me. I think. Of course.
And tell me, is he the one you're thinking about when you're alone at night? Since he leaves you so satisfied? He notices. I take a shaky breath.
