MINAH could barely breathe, as if the air had been stolen from her lungs, while she melted into Asher’s searing, intoxicating kiss. She didn’t want to let go.
Damn.
So this is what a real kiss feels like. There’s something beyond just the press of lips—something hotter, deeper, more consuming. If only she had known…
She didn’t want to stop. If only they didn’t need air.
But the moment their lips parted, Minah pulled him right back in, crashing their mouths together once more.
Asher tightened his hold on her, pressing her body against his while his hand roamed over her curves, setting her skin ablaze. The heat pooling inside her only grew an unbearable anticipation building with every touch.
Her fingers found the buttons of his pajama top, unfastening them one by one.
Asher, however,
