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

keep remembering is number three on my pros list. He makes you feel alive. Everything else seems to be quickly fading away, like it was written in disappearing ink. I’m at the edge of a cliff getting ready to jump. No parachute. No harness.
    I’m tumbling headlong into a complete free fall.
    Dammit .
    I feel his heat at my back and watch his reflection in the glass as he moves my long hair off of the right side of my neck. The graze of his fingertips makes me shiver, my eyes falling involuntarily closed. I’ve worn a tank underneath a lavender cardigan sweater and the unfettered access he has to the sensitive flesh on my neck has my body on high alert.
    “I’ve never had to work this hard to convince a woman to go out with me,” he says roughly against my ear. His lips on my skin make me moan. Lithe fingers trace the exposed flesh against the trim of my cardigan, edging downward toward the top of my low-cut tank. I wish like hell we were alone so he could push it off me and take me right against this damn window.
    His presence alone spins me completely off balance. His touch, though…it totally obliterates every last trace of common sense I possess.
    “Maybe it’s good for your ego to be denied once in a while,” I pant as his lips travel down the expanse of my throat. Teeth nip gently and my breath hitches. The air thickens impossibly with desire and I’m lost to everything he’s doing to my mind, my senses, my body. “Asher…you’re not playing fair,” I breathe, trying to protest. It sounds more like a plea to continue instead.
    “No point playing unless you play to win. Say yes, Alyse,” he demands against my heated flesh.
    His left hand has hooked around my waist, pulling me flush against his erection. By now my head is leaning back against his broad shoulders and the fingers of his right hand dip into the top of my cami, brushing against the lacy cup of my bra, while the thumb on his left has worked its way under the hem, circling the sensitive flesh underneath.
    Oh God. I can’t form a coherent thought. This is so inappropriate. I’m in Asher’s mother’s house, for the love. I’ll never be asked back.
    “Say yes.”
    “Yes to what?” I have no idea what he’s talking about. I just need him to continue putting his hands and lips all over me.
    He stills, then spins me so my back is pressed against the cold glass and my front is pressed against one hundred-ninety-plus pounds of taut, toned, virile man. My face is once again in his hands. I’ve quickly determined this is a position of dominance for him.
    “Possibilities, Alyse. Say yes to possibilities.” His eyes plead with me to agree. Without even thinking, I find myself nodding before his lips are once again on mine, our tongues dueling wildly. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him close. My resolve slips, and I finally give in to what I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on Asher Colloway over eight years ago.
    Him .
    Moments later a throat clearing in the background freezes us. I would have jumped a mile away from Asher given the chance, but he has me pinned in place. He doesn’t move a muscle, except to slowly pull his mouth from mine. Heated eyes bore into my panicked ones like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
    There is so much he’s trying to convey to me in that moment, but the only thing I hear is you’re mine now . The thought makes my core practically weep with joy and my heart race in sheer terror.
    “Everyone’s ready to go,” Conn jibes in almost a singsong voice. “You two lovebirds coming or you going to pussy out on me this year, Ash?”
    Asher’s eyes never leave mine when he leans in for a final quick peck before turning toward his twin. “Game on, little brother.”
    “By four minutes. Jesus H, are you ever going to let that go?”
    “You know I’m not.” Asher laughs.
    I’m so incredibly embarrassed to be caught making out that I can’t even look Conn in the eyes, my gaze falling anywhere but on