Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292

“Asher-”

“I got you,” I whisper, kissing her jaw. “Always.”

The windows fog around us.

Her hips roll again–slower, firmer–and I swear I black out for half a second.

She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing to me. How every breath she takes makes me want to fall to my knees and

worship her. And the worst part? She’s not even trying. She never tries. It’s just who she is.

Natural. Beautiful. Effortless.

And mine.

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Her thighs flex on either side of me as I cup her face, dragging my mouth to hers again. It’s not soft this time. It’s

desperate. Starved. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her, devouring her, and she moans–right into me–and

then bites my lower lip like she’s trying to ruin me on purpose.

“You keep doing that,” I rasp, my voice rough, “and I’m gonna make you come without even taking your clothes off.”

She smirks–this wicked little smirk that’s gonna haunt my dreams–and shifts her weight just a bit. I feel her heat, soaked

through her panties, pressed flush against the thick ridge of me beneath my jeans. I grunt, my fingers digging into her

hips.

“Goddammit, Penny.”

I rock up into her, slow, hard. The friction makes both of us gasp. Her hands slam down on my chest to steady herself, and

I watch her–eyes hooded, lips parted, breathless and flushed–grind back down with purpose.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” I say low, my mouth brushing hers. “You’re playing with fire, princess.”

She leans forward, her breath ghosting over my cheek. “Maybe I want to burn.”

Fuck.

I growl something unintelligible and slide my hand down between us, past the waistband of her leggings, dragging it

slowly beneath the damp lace of her underwear. And there she is.

Warm. Wet. Already aching.

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Her whole body trembles at my touch. She makes this tiny sound in the back of her throat–broken and needy–and I tilt

her chin up so I can watch her fall apart.

“You’re already dripping for me,” I whisper, dragging a finger through her heat. “You gonna let me make you come just like

this? In my lap?”

She nods fast, her hands tightening on my shoulders.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “God, Asher, please.”

I slip two fingers inside her.

Her body jerks, head falling back, a curse slipping past her lips as she clenches around me. My thumb strokes her exactly where she needs it, just enough pressure to make her cry out.

I curse low, watching her lose control right here in the driver’s seat–my girl, in my lap, falling to pieces just for me.

Her hands fly to the headrest behind me, her hips moving on instinct now, chasing it. Her breath comes in soft,

whimpering gasps, and I can feel her starting to shake.

“Come on, baby,” I murmur, my voice ragged. “I’ve got you. Let go.”

Her body tightens, shudders once–then again–and she breaks.

Silent at first.

Then a moan so deep, so desperate, I nearly come undone right with her.

She crashes into me, face buried in my neck, her whole body trembling as she tries to catch her breath. I cradle her, kissing the side of her head, still stroking her gently through the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” I whisper into her hair. “You’re incredible.”

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