Asher
I’m in trouble, which is all I can think as I drive away from Ivy’s house. This thing between us is killing me. I lick my lips again, reminding myself of her taste. Sitting beside her in my car was beyond arousing. Ivy might have been fuming in her seat, but her body projected something else entirely. I’m a trained assassin who was taught to read body language. The way her chest rose and fell erratically, the flush on her cheeks and the way she bit her lower lip and shifted her legs restlessly broadcasted her arousal. I was also aroused, but I’m trained to keep an indifferent demeanor. That is unless she looked at the large bulge between my thighs.
I know I was going too far, but I didn’t lie when I said that I wanted to touch her and help her release some of her pent-up desire. I
