WHEN ASHER finally got Minah’s pajama top out of the way, he wasted no time worshiping her body again.
Every knead, every touch sent waves of pleasure through her, making her arch into him as his lips claimed hers in a deep kiss.
With a soft gasp, Minah reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it eagerly. Asher didn’t hesitate to help her remove it, tossing the fabric aside.
His hunger for her was undeniable. The moment his shirt was gone, he dipped his head and took one of her sensitive peaks into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it like he was savoring a lollipop.
Minah’s back arched off the bed as the intense pleasure took over her senses. Now that the alcohol had completely worn off, she felt everything even more acutely—the heat of his body, the way he touched her, the way he
