Free Undeniably Asher (The Colloway Brothers Book 2) by K.L. Kreig

on the couch.
    He puts a possessive arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side. I turn my head, glaring daggers at his clear statement of ownership, but all he does is wag his eyebrows and wink.
    “Has Asher told you about his performing arts days yet, Alyse?”
    “Conn,” Asher growls in warning.
    “No really, it was practically Tony worthy,” Conn quips on a bark. Yep, definitely an instigator.
    “Shut the fuck up, Connolly.”
    He doesn’t. “Yeah, he played Putzie, one of the lesser known members of the T-Birds in the ninth grade musical Grease . You should ask him to sing ‘Summer Nights’ for you sometime. Epic.” Conn can barely get the last part out because he’s laughing so hard, as am I.
    The only one not laughing is Asher.
    “Wow, I didn’t know you had so many hidden talents. I’d like a performance.”
    Asher looks at me and I expect anger, but all I see is heat. And hunger. “I’d be happy to give you a performance. A private one.”
    I make an embarrassing noise that’s somewhere between a huff and a laugh. He continually throws me off my game.
    “Well, you boys have fun. I think it’s probably time for me to go home. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” I wiggle my way out of Asher’s ironclad grip. He frowns, which makes the inner girl that’s been crushing on this guy for years giddy as hell.
    Pulling me back to him, he cups one cheek with his free hand. It’s intimate. It’s intoxicating, and the temperature in this cool windowed room has suddenly risen a dozen scorching degrees. Once again, I’m lost.
    Out of my peripheral I see Conn stand and exit the room, quietly chuckling.
    “You’re going with us.”
    The effect Asher has on all of my senses is confusing. Every single time he touches me my pulse races. I have a hard time remembering to breathe. I have no idea what we’re doing here and I have to start working for this man in just a few short days, yet he’s almost acting like we’re a couple. I need to get myself together or I’m going to be completely lost to him.
    “Why?” I breathe.
    “Alyse,” he moans, his eyes searching mine. They penetrate my soul, pilfering a little bit of it into him. “Because I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
    I watch him lower his lips to mine, the whole scene playing in slow motion. Jesus, I shouldn’t let him do this, but I’m going to anyway.
    When his mouth touches mine, sparklers ignite behind my eyelids. Low-current voltage flows slowly through my body, lighting me up from the inside. I think it’s spilling out of my pores, like sunbeams.
    This is exactly the way it felt last night. This is a million times more intense than it felt eight years ago. My blood literally flares to life with his simple touch, his passionate kiss. It’s dizzying. It’s exhilarating. What the hell will having sex with him make me feel like?
    Completely consumed, Alyse. Utterly lost.
    Groaning, Asher deepens the kiss, his tongue demanding entry, which I give. Lips never leaving mine, he pulls me astride his lap. I helplessly comply. Both hands now cup my face and I hand over complete control to him. Or he takes it. I’m not sure which and I’m not sure I care as I feel his thick, pulsing want for me in exactly the right spot.
    My denim-covered pelvis involuntarily rocks against his hard length. His grip tightens and a low, guttural growl comes from deep within him as his kiss becomes more feverish. My God, the man knows how to use his mouth. I can only imagine how much experience he has with his cock.
    Suddenly he’s pulling away, holding me far enough back that I can’t reach his lips. It takes a few seconds to force my eyelids open, but when I do and meet his dark blues, they’re hazy and dilated with lust. His jaw ticks with restraint. Our chests heave with want and exertion. We stare at each other for long moments. I feel the heat in my face and know I’m flushed from head to toe.
    I’m fully aware anyone could walk into the