Wearing the sexy bikini, I stepped out of the changing room.
For one brief moment, Asher’s eyes grew impossibly wide. His gaze was a heavy, welcome weight on every inch of skin I bared.
Then, as quickly, he pounced from his chair, and backed me bodily into the changing room, slamming closed the changing room door behind us.
He urged me back until I pressed flat against the full-length mirror on the far side of the small changing room. His hands slapped onto the mirror at either side of my head, as he caged me in with his body.
His mouth dropped to my shoulder. He attacked my bare skin with sloppy kisses, sucks, and bites. I clung to his shoulders, my body weak and desperate.
“Asher,” I half-whispered, half-moaned.
“Cyn,” came his answering growl, as he licked a long strip along the
