“Hello sir, welcome to Haven. How may I assist you this evening?” The clerk with a name tag that says Giselle asks.

“I'm Asher Thompson. Paige Sullivan said to give my name to you.”

Her eyes widen and she gives me a broad smile. “Paige is the best. Let me grab your key.”

As she passes me my room key, she says, “The second set of elevators will take you to the suite levels.”

“Thank you,” I reply.

“That's Paige’s boyfriend,” I hear her whisper to the other front desk clerk as I walk away.

“Damn. Go Paige,” the other woman replies and I feel the back of my neck redden at their attention.

The elevator is thankfully empty the entire ride up to Paige’s floor. I’ve been here five minutes and I already feel like I’m suffocating.

Since the level is entirely made up of suites, I'm not surprised there aren't many rooms on it. This place, from the main lobby, to this floor, is all glass and steel.

It's cold and modern, nothing at all like my lake house. Before moving back home, this city was where she chose to make her home. I have a hard time not wondering if this could be what she wants.

When I reach her door, even with my keycard, I knock. Hearing nothing from the other side, I open it. Dimmed lights illuminate the sofa area. Quietly, I set my duffle by the door. My tools are in my Jeep, safely parked in the underground lot. Not seeing Paige, I open the door closest to me, and then blink at the basket I see.

Handcuffs, a blindfold? Gulping, I quickly close the door. Last thing I want to do is go caveman on Paige when I see her. I move to the next door and find the bathroom, complete with walk in shower and separate soaking tub.

The next door leads to the bedroom, and Paige.

Stopping in the doorway, I drink her in. It's the first time I've ever seen her sleep. She's stunning, even now. My breath steadies as I focus on her alone and shut the rest of this place out.

Quietly, I strip off my clothes and, careful not to wake her, I shift her beneath the covers and slide in beside her. Settling her in my arms, the chaotic presence of the city around us dissolves.

* * *

“Asher.”

Blinking open my eyes, I look down my body to see a gorgeous vixen straddling me.

“Paige,” I rasp, my hands sliding up her thighs.

She surprises me by slipping free of my grasp and moving to stand beside the bed. “Come with me.”

“No, I liked you right where you were,” I say reaching for her.

With a giggle, she dodges me, shaking her finger. Flopping over onto my stomach I groan and try to pull the covers over my head.

She tugs at them, “Come on big guy. I have plans for you.”

Lifting my head, I meet her gaze and ask, “From that basket?”

She blushes bright red and covers her face. “I can't believe you saw that.”

Shifting off of the bed, I close the distance between us and pull her into my arms. “Don't be embarrassed.”

“Fiona sent that basket up when she heard you were coming. I let it slip that her call interrupted us and she's trying to make up for it.”

Dropping my face into her hair, I laugh. When I look at her she's no longer blushing, her embarrassment gone.

Reaching for my hand, she pulls me toward the bathroom. “No one is interrupting us this time.”

Hooking my thumb over my shoulder, I point to where we just left. “The bed is that way.”

She shakes her head and I start to wonder if she wants to shower together. I have to admit, all those times with her in the lake, her body wet and hot against mine is something I wouldn't mind recreating.

“Oh, we’re just pit stopping here. I've been fantasizing about our first time together and no way does it involve morning breath.”

“Morning breath?”

Her eyes widen. “You may be Mr. Perfect but I'm sure even you're afflicted with dragon breath in the morning.”

This time I laugh. “Dragon breath?”

“Oh just shut up and brush your teeth,” she replies.

“Let me grab my toothbrush,” I concede and she drops my hand.

Never, in my wildest dreams did I ever think brushing teeth with a woman could act as foreplay. That is, until Paige.

She stands in front of me, her back pressed to my front. Each time she bends forward to rinse, her ass rubs against my groin, and the loose neck of her tee gives me a glimpse. All we’re doing is brushing our teeth and I'm getting hard.

Granted, doing just about anything with Paige gets me hard nowadays.

Meeting my eyes in the mirror, she bends again, completely aware of the effect it's having on me. Leaning over her, I rinse my mouth and set my brush down. Slowly, she sets hers next to mine.

Turning my head, I press my lips to her neck, my hands dropping to grip her hips. Her hands cover mine, as she turns her face to me. My lips leave the soft skin of her neck to take her mouth instead.

Has it truly only been a week and a half since the last time we kissed?

Shifting her body so she’s facing me, she coils her arms around my neck and I straighten, lifting her up with me. Her legs circle my hips, my hands going to her ass. Taking one step, and then another, I have one destination in mind.

When I reach her bed, I drop to it, covering her body with mine. Her hands go to my boxers but I stop them, grasping her by her wrists and pinning them over her head. She blinks at me, her lips parted and swollen from my kisses.

“You first,” I say.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as I move one of my hands to the bottom of her tee. Moving beside her, I keep her wrists above her head as I drag her shirt upward exposing her stomach.

Dropping my head, I kiss and lick her skin as her legs begin to restlessly shift on the bed.

“Ash,” she groans as my tongue grazes the underside of her breast.

Easing her shirt up further, cotton caresses her nipples before uncovering them for me. I watch, transfixed as the cool air of the room causes them to tighten into little buds.

Letting go of her shirt, my hands move to cup her breasts, my thumbs tweaking those taut buds. My mouth waters to taste her. Surrendering to that need, my lips close over one of her nipples and I suck.

Her back bows off of the bed as she squirms beneath me.

“You're killing me,” she groans.

I'm killing her? It's definitely the other way around. Her very being is undoing me, and the way she responds to my touch is making me harder than I've ever been.

My hand drifts down her stomach and into the loose pants she's wearing. Her hips lift to meet my touch.

Pushing my hand under the seam of her panties, I cup her sex.

Lifting my head from her breast, I look at her flushed face. “Feel good?”

She bites her lip and nods, spreading her legs wider for me. Accepting her invitation, I begin to pleasure her with my fingers. I want to bury myself inside her but it's been so long, I'm nervous I won't last. All I'm focused on right now is getting her off.

She fucks my fingers, her hips bucking to meet my movements.

“Ash.”

I love the way she says my name, there is nothing sexier. “God, I want you.”

“T-take me,” she replies, her voice hitching.

“Not until I get you off first,” I tell her, easing another finger inside her as my thumb massages her clit.

“I'm almost there,” she breathes.

My eyes lock on her face, all of my attention on her. It doesn't take long for her to go over the edge.

“Oh, there, oh, oh, there, right, Jesus, there. I'm... Oh God yes.”

Her eyes lock on mine as her climax ripples against my fingers.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, I fight against blowing my load in my boxers.

Her body goes tight and then liquid as she groans out her release.

Only then do I let go of her hands. She instantly reaches for me, her hands framing my face as she tips my face up to kiss me. I continue to finger her as one of her hands leaves my face to shove into my boxers.

“Hell,” I groan when her hand wraps around me.

“Not hell,” she corrects, stroking me. “I'm about to make you see heaven.”

Big words but, the expert way she touches me I have no doubt she will.

Her shirt slips down to cover one of her breasts and I regret not taking it off her earlier.

I want to feel her skin against mine. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

With a laugh, she kisses me fast and hard. Then, breaking our kiss and letting go of my cock, she whips her shirt off over her head. Next, her hands go to the waistband of her pants. My hand stills in her as she presses her legs together before pushing both her pants and her panties down her legs.

She undressed without moving my hand I realize, in awe of her. I'm not sure I can manage to lose my boxers and keep fingering her at the same time. There's only one way to find out.

My concern is unneeded since Paige takes care of them for me. Her hand resuming to stroke me before my boxers hit the floor. Straddling me, she jerks my cock between our bodies as I kiss her.

“Let me grab a condom from the basket,” I say.

She shakes her head. “You don't have to, I'm clean and on the pill.”

Shifting up, she positions herself over me, waiting for me to make the next move, giving me time to still get the condom if I want it.

Easing my fingers from her, I grip her hips, pushing her down as I press my hips up. She wraps her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed to my chest. Holding each other’s gaze, I slowly fill her for the first time.

My heart thunders in my chest as I fight back the need to pound into her. It's not until she's full of me that I close my eyes. Then I count to five, wanting to remember this exact moment for the rest of my life. I'm in control of myself, until she swivels her hips.

Twisting us both until she's on her back beneath me, I stare down at her.

As if reading my mind, she answers the question I didn't ask. “Fuck me.”

Hooking her knees over my elbows, I fold myself over her, taking her mouth with mine as I fuck her hard.

She whimpers against my lips as I lose myself in her. Thrust after thrust my body tightens, unable to hold back the approaching explosion of my release. Our bodies are slick with sweat, each and every one of my muscles straining to push harder, deeper.

Lifting my head, I watch her writhe beneath me, her body bucking to meet each advance of my cock. Her bright blue eyes lock onto mine and my soul shakes with the intensity of it. I knew just how much I wanted her in my life when I fixed the cabin up for her.

Then, I could only hope we would someday be here, connected this way. Now, moving inside her, feeling pleasure I never thought was possible, I know without a doubt she's all I want, all I'll ever want.

Dropping one of her legs, I move my hand to cup her face, my thumb caressing her cheek. Her lips part, her chest rising as she pushes her head back into the pillow and cries out. Her core pulses against my cock, the unmistakable evidence of her release.

Whatever small hope I have of lasting longer vanishes, my climax quickly following hers.

She wraps me in her arms and legs as I spill into her. Panting, I collapse, turning us to our sides as I fall. By some miracle, our bodies remain connected.

“That was…” she trails off.

“Incredible,” I finish for her, making her smile.

She presses her cheek to my chest and I comb my fingers through her hair.

“I wish we could stay in bed all day,” she says.

“We can't?” I ask, only partially teasing.

She lifts her head. “Unfortunately, I have appointments scheduled this morning.”

Tilting my head, I press my lips to her neck. “Do you get any breaks?”

I can feel her throaty chuckle against my mouth. “I'll make time.”

My cock twitches inside her.

Wide eyed, she looks down to where we’re still connected. “Again?”

“Depends. When is your first appointment?”

She glances at the alarm clock on the nightstand and grins. “Any interest in showering with me?”

Hauling her up with me, I carry her to the bathroom. She starts the shower and tugs me in after her.

“Shit, that's hot,” I say the second the water hits my skin.

She cringes, turning down the heat. “I like them steamy.”

Reaching around her, I turn it back up.

“You don't have to,” she argues.

I shake my head. “I like you getting what you like.”

She wets her lips and launches herself at me. She stands on her tiptoes, her body plastered to mine as we kiss.

Paige is always hot.

Paige all wet and turned on is unbelievably hot.

There's only one thing I regret at the moment; it's that I haven't had a chance to taste her. With our height differences, I'll have to wait until we’re both back in bed to get my mouth between her legs.

Breaking our kiss, she pushes me to the shower bench and I sit. My cock goes from half-mast to rigid attention in a heartbeat.

My hands grip the edge as she slings a leg over me, straddling me.

Reaching between her legs, I make sure she's ready for me.

“So wet for me,” I say.

“Mm hmm,” she replies, pressing back against my fingers.

Giving her what she wants, I replace them with my cock. Not wanting to hurt her, I keep my strokes smooth.

She groans, pushing back hard against me. Gripping her waist, I drive into her.

Watching her move over me is intoxicating. A sudden impulse to see the both of us fills me. Turning my gaze through the glass shower door, I look toward the mirror only to find it completely fogged over. Damn lava hot shower.

Even if I can't see us together, I can watch her. Now, I'm going to make her scream.