Asher planted hot, open-mouth kisses up and down the column of my neck. Both of his arms were solid around my waist, keeping me firmly locked against the hard lines of his body.
I clutched at his shoulders, bunching his shirt in my fists. I was grateful to have something to hold onto, and for him to hold so tightly onto me. If not, I would have collapsed with the sudden weakness in my knees.
His mouth was wet, and his lips were soft. I tilted my head away, giving him more access as he kissed his way up to the corner of my jaw. He licked the shell of my ear, before taking my earlobe between his teeth.
I gasped. My hips twitched forward, searching
“Asher,” I said, overwhelmed. I wanted him so badly I felt like I might burst into flames.
One of his hands traced up the line of my spine to
