She stared at him and back at the picture. She noticed the similarities in his eyes and mouth. "You don't talk much about anything" she said. "How often do you see her?"
"I try" he said. "Almost after every job I make sure I visit her, unless I'm too busy and I have to start a second job right away."
Kimberly nodded. "Only child?" she asked and he nodded. She leaned closer to view the screen better, and gave Asher an enticing whiff of floral shampoo, or soap or something. The scooped neck of her top slipped lower as she peered at the monitor, and Asher received an all-too-tempting view of her breasts, not overly large, but shapely, and he remembered that amazing night in his SUV.
He fought the desire to pull her on his lapand push that sheer material out of the way, then do everything that he’d already done to her in his mind. He wanted a repeat of that night…But that wasn’t what she needed; he knew that, so, swall
Kimberly's entire posture changed, and Asher shifted with her. “I am, of course, on board with other ideas " she said."But not when they put the safety of people at risk. We have no idea who it might affect, so I suggest we don't do it at all.”Sophie frowned as several others at the table muttered.“We will come back to that issue at another time, if you decide to go about it another way. I would ask now that you look over the second proposal on the table,” Kimberly said and rearranged the papers before her.Asher moved further down the wall until he had a clearer view of her face. After everything that had happened between them, he should’ve tried to keep his distance, but he was drawn to her with each subtle movement.Things had gone back to the way it was ——almost. Because as much as they would like to pretend that something didn't happen betw
Asher glanced over his shoulder at her, then back at the man skidding to a stop in the hall. “Something wrong?” Mark asked, oblivious to what he nearly walked into.Asher straightened quickly and stepped aside. “No. Apologies, Kim,” he muttered and clasped his hands tightly behind his back. She needed to stop staring at him like that, with her eyes—suddenly dark with questions he didn’t want to answer.“It’s alright,” she said slowly. “Mark, what were you thinking, you idiot?”“Sorry,” he said with a laugh. “Didn’t mean to startle the new help.” he grinned at Asher. "Enjoying your new job?" he asked.“That’s enough,” Kimberly snapped. “What do you want? I’m tired.”Asher glared at Mark, but he said nothing, and instead gave them som
Asher needed to push her away before this went too far. He moved her across the room until her back pressed against the wall. Her mouth opened, but Asher didn’t let her say whatever she wanted to say.His lips slanted over hers, his tongue diving into her mouth. From her response to him, he could tell she’d never been kissed like this— the way he kissed her, and the possessive side of him growled in approval, needing to leave his mark.His hands slipped from her arms to her hips as he ground against her. Her body relaxed into his chest, and she moaned against his lips, a carnal sound that drove Asher to intensify the kiss.He shouldn’t have done it. He had told himself that he wouldn't let this happen again, but now that he’d started, his lips refused to break the kiss. Those lips were so soft, supple, and hungry for his touch.Kimberly's hands snaked up around his neck
When Victor saw Asher leave he saw his opportunity. The last time they had a chance to grab her, that bodyguard had shown up and ruined it for them. The man seemed to always be with her so this was an opportunity he couldn't miss.He wasn't going to wait for Jane. That would just take precious time. Who knew when Mr bodyguard was going to be back. He was sure that he could handle Kimberly alone, she was just a lady who didn't know anything about protecting herself. So immediately he saw Asher leave, he got out and went straight for Kimberly's apartment.-----------------------Kimberly had made herself a tuna salad for dinner, but she'd finally put most of the salad into the refrigerator. If it were those days at College, she would have called one of her girlfriends and gone out to dinner and maybe a movie since Phoebe couldn't come over because she had to work.But she
She was left clutching the phone in the darkness. Lord, how far away was he? How long would it take him to get here? She wondered.There was another noise from the front of the house, this time the sound of the patio door opening. With her pulse pounding in her throat, she jumped out of bed ran to the bedroom door and locked it. But how much good would that do her? The person could break down the door and she would be left at his or her mercy. She prayed for Asher to show up.She was about to call the police when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Heavy footsteps. A man's footsteps. Then someone tried to turn the knob on the bedroom door and, after discovering it was locked, started kicking the door. Kimberly almost screamed.She was dressed only in the long T-shirt she'd worn to bed. She opened her back door and ran to the balcony. She had no where to go. She couldn't possibly jump down be
She made a small needy sound as she drank in the heady taste of the man who held her so firmly in his arms. She clung to him while he angled his head, first one way and then the other, as though he were greedy to experience her every way he could—and greedy to take the kiss to levels she'd never thought possible in mouth-to-mouth contact.But it wasn't enough. Not for her. And apparently not for him, either. She felt one of his large hands slide down to her hips and slip under the hem of her T-shirt to pull her lower body in against his erection, as though he were desperate to satisfy his craving for intimate contact with her.The other hand flattened against her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. She had never lost her head with a man—always been cautious in her relationships... But she did with Asher.. Totally lost every thought when she was with him. She had never been as hot and needy as she was now. Really, she had been hot and needy
"Pack some clothes." he said"Everything?" Kimberly asked."No not everything. Just enough for a few days." he replied. "I can send someone here if you need more stuff or we can just get you new ones""And what about my job?" she asked. "I just got back. Am I just going to abandon it again?""Yes." he replied. "You life is more important right now. We can call your dad and Phoebe tomorrow and tell them everything. I'm sure your dad can handle your office for now""Where are we going?" Kimberly asked."Back to the safe house" he said. "But for tonight, we will stay at a hotel"He looked at his watch. Kimberly stared at him. She didn't want to be locked in a hotel room with Asher Adams. The idea seemed much too intimate. But what he was saying made sense. They couldn't stay here. Asher left the room to give her some privacy.<
She'd sentenced herself to lying here for the rest of the night, hot and needy and obsessing about whether she was the only one suffering. But some time during the next hour, she drifted off to sleep. And some time later, a low, choking sound woke her again.Alarmed by the sound of distress, Kimberly pressed her back against the mattress, trying to figure out where she was and why.It was dark, with only a narrow shaft of light coming in between the curtains, and it took a moment for her fogged brain to remember that she was in a hotel room bed—and why there was a man lying next to her.His body jerked, and she shifted toward him. "Asher?" she called softly.He didn't answer. He appeared to be asleep. But his head moved from side to side on the pillow, and she knew that he was in the grip of a nightmare. She knew because she'd been there."It's all right. Asher, wake up." she said.