Kayla
I peered through the draperies covering the window, shuddering at the chilly air that feasted on my skin. It was already way past midnight. The moon had dominated the sky already. Its bright rays pierced into the darkness.
I was exhausted. I couldn’t wait any longer to get my trembling legs into my chamber. As soon as I was in, I let them collapse onto the bed, which gladly received me. I sighed, my gaze staring up at the blank air. I was rooted in that position for a long time with several thoughts grazing through my mind.
I still can’t believe that Louisiana had deliberately made a mess of the party. It was as if she harbored a special kind of hatred for me. I had never seen someone look at me with so much hatred before, not even from Asher’s mistress. I also didn’t miss how her dark gaze had examined me coldly with disdain and there was something weird about her. I have a gut feeling there was something they were all hiding from me. Some things didn’t sit right with me, it seemed as though a lot was being hidden from me. The way everyone acted when Louisiana had mentioned Emily was weird as if they knew something I didn’t. For some reason, I could feel chills running down my spine, and there was something in me that itched me to find out more.
The slamming of the door pulled me out of my reverie and I watched Asher walk inside the chamber. He wasn’t looking at me but I couldn’t look away from him. I couldn’t tell why he had stopped Louisiana from talking earlier, even though a part of me wished maybe that he did for me. But in the true sense, I knew he did because he didn’t want to go through the painful memory of remembering their moments together.
He looked a lot more tense now than he had been earlier today. The robe he had been wearing was swishing against his feet and he removed it in one go, throwing it on one of the soft chairs. He started unbuttoning his shirt, acting like I wasn’t in the room. I wanted to say something but my gaze got stuck and so did my ability to speak. I felt a sweet sensation spread through my body and I had to press my legs together to stop the heat that was pooling down there.
He removed his shirt from his body and dropped it on the floor, turned around, grabbed a towel from the rack, and headed toward the bathroom. I tried to calm my racing heart as well as my raging desire.
I heard the water turning on and realized that Asher must be taking his shower. My mind wandered off to unchartered territory, wondering the way his pants would elegantly fall off his body, the way the water would fall on his hair, running down his steamy chest and dribbling on his abs.. traveling further down…
I shook my head and buried my face against the pillow, as I fought back the traitorous thoughts trying to overwhelm my brain. The thoughts made me feel ecstatic. I couldn’t remember ever being this way or feeling this strong pull for another man but Asher had the ability to make my body switch from calm to fully heated in a split second. He was messing with me badly.
I lifted my head as I heard the washroom door open, a millisecond later, he walked out of the small passage leading toward the washroom and stepped forward.
And my breath hitched, my heart forgot to beat, and my jaws went slack.
The devilishly handsome Alpha walked in with just a towel draped around his torso and was drying his hair with another. Nothing my sorry imagination would have come up with was even close to what he actually was. His towel was hanging low just a bit over his waist, giving me a tantalizing view of his broad, muscular chest. I sat up straight, staring at him, like a bird poised for flight or fight. It felt like even the slightest disturbance would alarm him and I did not want to make him realize that I was very much in the chamber.
And, I was yearning to look for more, to get a better view of his washboard abs, to run my hands over those muscles and be trapped in those hands. A thousand emotions exploded in my heart.
I felt something tingling down there and I swallowed nervously. And that was when his gaze met mine and then I realized the slight noise I had created when I shuffled nervously to clamp my thighs together. Those amber eyes looked at me with the same predatory gaze as he roamed his eyes lazily over me. His eyes were a raging fire of desire and want. He took me in as my heartbeat went frantic but I tried to keep calm as his eyes roamed leisurely over me, slowly rising from my legs and traveling up my waist, observing every part of my body before they finally settled on my lips.
And I felt I would pass out.
I was falling down a cliff, and would probably crash against the stones but he had not even touched me.
He had only looked at me and his gaze had been enough to make my heartbeat go haywire. It felt as if he was touching and undressing me, without actually putting his hand on my body. My body was pulsing with need like never before, the need for him, a want so pure and raw that I was quaking in anticipation. I gripped the sheets under me and held onto them as if my life depended on it.
And then he started to move, making his way towards me. My eyes went wide, my heart was ticking like a little bomb that would explode with every step he took closer to me.