Asher’s POV

I cupped her breasts again, my thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, deliberate circles until they hardened into tight peaks under my touch. Tara’s breath caught, her body arching instinctively toward me, seeking more of that pleasure. Her skin was flushed, warm from the buildup of everything we had already done, with my mouth on her and her lips around me, the slow grind that had left us both trembling on the edge.

I leaned in and kissed her deeply, my tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that mirrored the way my thumbs teased her. She moaned into my mouth, low and needy, her hands fisting...