Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother Chapter 158

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my back to her, my fists clenching and releasing, my jaw so tight my teeth might crack. I’m trying to get my breathing under control, trying to slow my heart, trying to think of anything but the way she looked at me just now, the way her body reacted under my touch, the way her breath hitched when my fingers slid up her bare thigh.

I’m trying to keep myself in check.

Trying to be the responsible one.

And then, from behind me, her voice. Soft. Shaky.

“Do something you can’t take back.”

I freeze.

I can feel my pulse slam into my ears, my whole body going tight, every muscle locking up. I can’t have heard her right.

I turn my head, just enough to catch a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye, still sitting on the bed, my hoodie slipping off one shoulder, her legs bare under the thick blanket, her eyes wide and a little wild, her cheeks flushed.

“What did you just say?”

Her lips part, her teeth catching her bottom lip for a second before she whispers it again, a little louder this time, a little braver.

“Do something you can’t take back.”

Fuck.

I stand up slowly, my back still to her, my fists clenching at my sides, my breath coming out harsh, unsteady.

She doesn’t move.

I turn around, my eyes locked on hers, and take a step toward her.

She shivers, her legs shifting under the covers, her chest rising and falling quickly, her eyes fixed on me, wide and glassy and so, so innocent.

She has no idea what she’s asking for.

I move closer, my shadow falling over her, my hands shaking at my sides, my pulse thundering in my ears.

I stop in front of her, towering over her, her head tilted up, her lips parted, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants.

“Say it again,” I growl, my voice low, rough, dangerous. “Tell me what you want, princess.”

She swallows hard, her fingers twisting in the blankets, her cheeks a deep, furious pink, her pupils blown, her body trembling.

“Asher,” she whispers, her voice shaking, her throat working, her eyes wide and desperate. “*Please*.”

That’s all it takes.

I grab the blanket and yank it off her, tossing it to the floor, my hoodie riding up her thighs, exposing those soft, bare legs, the thin line of her underwear.

She gasps, her eyes widening, her hands flying to cover herself, but I’m faster. I grab her wrists, pin them to the bed on either side of her head, my body pressing her down into the mattress, my chest brushing hers, my hips between her thighs, my mouth so close to hers I can feel her shaky breaths against my lips.

“You sure you want this?” I rasp, my breath coming out rough, my heart slamming against my ribs, my body already so hard it hurts.

She lets out a shaky breath, her lashes fluttering, her thighs tightening around my hips, her body arching up into mine.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice so small, so breathless. “Yes, Asher.”

Fuck.

I crash my mouth against hers, my lips moving over hers, rough and demanding, my tongue slipping between her parted lips, tasting her, drinking her in.

She moans into my mouth, her body arching up into mine, her legs wrapping around my hips, her hands twisting under my grip, her nails digging into my skin.

I release her wrists and slide my hands down her sides, my fingers digging into her soft, warm flesh, my thumbs brushing the curves of her hips, my mouth moving to her jaw, her neck, the soft, sensitive skin just below her ear.

She gasps, her head falling back, her body arching up into mine, her hands grabbing my shoulders, my hair, my back, her legs tightening around my hips, pulling me closer, deeper, harder.

I nip at her throat, my teeth grazing her skin, my tongue soothing the little marks I leave behind, my breath coming out in harsh, ragged pants, my whole body on fire, my mind a blur of heat and need and want.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I growl against her throat, my hands slipping under my hoodie, pushing it up her body, my fingers trailing over her bare skin, her ribs, her stomach, the soft curves of her waist.

She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body squirming under mine, her hips rolling up into me, her breath coming out in quick, desperate gasps.

“Asher,” she breathes, her voice breaking, her head falling back, her whole body trembling, her thighs tightening around my hips, her hands slipping into my hair, pulling me closer, deeper, harder.

I lift my head, my eyes locking with hers, my breath coming out rough, my whole body on edge, every nerve ending on fire.

“Are you sure?” I growl, my hands tightening on her waist, my body pressed down into hers, my mind a blur of need and restraint and barely-contained desire. “Because if I keep going, princess, there’s no going back.”

She blinks up at me, her eyes glassy, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen, her breath coming out in quick, shaky pants.

“I don’t want to go back,” she whispers, her voice small, breathless, desperate. “I want you.”

*Fuck*.