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best friends. It was a heat of the moment situation. He only kissed me to prove a point to Charles.
    Hello, Meeka. He kissed you again, didn’t he?
    I shook myself. “I can’t.”
    “And why not?” he asked, casually leaning against the treadmill with his arms crossed.
    “We’re best friends. It’s not right.”
    “You say that, but yet you keep kissing me back.”
    He stood a foot away from me, but I could still feel him. His hard waist grounding into mine. His length pulsing against my inner thigh. Asher knew I had felt him. Growing. Heating with a fire that could no doubt make me burn with desire. But for him? Those feelings and thoughts were new and overwhelming, hitting me all at once. He must have been battling the same conflict by the look of sheer hunger in his bright-blue eyes. No one had ever looked at me that way. No one had ever kissed me like that. Asher knew I wasn’t overly experienced after many drunken nights of me complaining about the lack of men lining up at my doorstep.
    “Why do you keep doing that?” I asked, needing to break the unnerving silence between us.
    “Doing what?”
    “Kissing me.”
    “Are you complaining, Hummingbird?” He grinned, his gaze twinkling.
    “I want to know what’s going on.” I took a step back until I hit the wall. With nowhere to run, I lifted my chin and stood my ground.
    “I’ll tell you when you answer my question, Meeka.” He closed the distance between us, placing both hands on either side of my head. He caged me in, his big body towering over my tiny frame but I didn’t feel small. No. With Asher, I felt like a woman who had been opened up to new possibilities. New control. He made me feel powerful even before we ever shared that first kiss.
    “Meeka.” He licked his lips.
    My chest heaved, my nipples hardening at the husky use of my name. “Asher.”
    He leaned down, his mouth brushing over mine. It was so soft, a spark cracked. “I’m going to kiss you again. And you’re not going to complain, are you?”
    I shook my head so slowly I wasn’t sure if it had moved or not.
    “Words,” he demanded, his voice rough. “I need your words.”
    Knowing what we were doing was new for both of us, I appreciated his holding back. But I found that I wanted to venture on that new journey with him. Even if it was just a kiss. I wanted my mouth to be owned by his lips. I wanted him to show me, teach me what it was like to truly be kissed by the person you trusted most in the world. My breath caught.
    Fuck it. “Kiss me.”
    “Fucking a.” His mouth crushed mine, moving fluidly and slow. Oh, so achingly slow.
    I itched to touch him, but my hands stayed at my side.
    Like I had hoped, he controlled me with just a kiss.
    His tongue slid between my lips, dancing a path of pure lust and passion with mine.
    The kiss was nothing like the previous ones. It was desperate. It hinted with a greater pleasure neither of us had ever experienced. It promised ecstasy.
    I moaned, silently begging for more.
    Asher repeated his movements every so often, causing more sounds of pleasure to leave my mouth.
    I realized he did it when he wanted my moans. My purrs. The desire he built in me to grace his ears. They all belonged to him.
    All too soon, he broke the kiss.
    Our chests rose and fell with ragged breath.
    His eyes glowed, searing into my heart. “Is that the kiss you were hoping for?” His voice came out gravelly. “Because, baby, I’d be happy to do it again.”
    I stepped underneath his arm, walking away from his passionate stare. I needed … I wasn’t even sure, but those kisses … God, could he ever kiss. They were so damn good, they messed with my head.
    “We … That …” I stuttered, brushing a shaky hand down my face. “We can’t do that again.” I kept repeating that statement but even I started not to believe it.
    “And why not? Those moans leaving your mouth were not because you didn’t like it, Meeka.”
    “We’re best friends.” I