My entire body tightened at the dark promise in his voice. I watched, blood thrumming, as he shed his trousers and boxer briefs. We’d lost my dress and his shirt somewhere between the living room and bedroom. I was clad in my black lace bra and thong set—the one I always wore for first dates—and Asher was…well, he was naked. The most glorious, mouthwatering type of naked a girl could dream of.
