Aphrodite
“Asher,” I murmured when his fingers skimmed over my naked back as he pulled the zipper down painfully slowly.
His gaze darkened when I practically melded my body against his, unwilling to let go. I was acting like a b***h in heat, but I simply didn't care; his touch seemed to quench the fire that was burning fervently on my skin.
I pulled the sleeve of my dress down and let it fall over my shoulder, needing to feel his skin against mine. Asher inhaled sharply, his gaze lingering desperately on my skin. I wish it were his lips.
The pad of his fingers skimmed over my shoulder blade, but he quickly shook his head, pulling the sleeve of my dress back over my shoulder and cupping my face in both hands as he leaned his forehead against mine.
I moaned at the skin-to-skin contact,
