There’s something inside me, something that’s always been hidden deep inside that feels as though it’s been awakened for the first time. Tough as he looks, there’s something soft about Asher’s kiss I can’t explain. When his tongue gently traces my lips, coaxing them open, I know I should end this dangerous game, but I don’t. Instead, I part my lips. The feel of his hot tongue touching mine sending chills down my spine, straight to my belly where it settles, simmering with need. He releases his grip on my hand, raising it to my neck and cradling me there, holding me in place as he takes control. When he deepens the kiss, my fingers grip his wrist, not willing to let him pull away as he swallows the low whimper leaving my chest. As one of his large, calloused hands falls over my waist, I become lightheaded at his touch. By the time he pulls away a moment later, we’re both breathless, our chests heaving as my eyes flutter open, finding his already staring into mine.
