The sensual slide of Asahi’s fingers along her wrist sent waves of pleasure through her. She loved the way he ran his hands across her skin. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Every caress, every kiss showed his love for her.
Her heart thundered in anticipation when he trailed his fingers under the collar of her blouse, and with the precision of a tailor, slowly undid each button. Her body heated at the sensuality of his movements.
The soft material of her blouse slid down her arms. Nali swallowed when he carefully folded the fabric and placed it on the dresser, then gave her a heated look that she felt deep in her very core. The s****l tension between them was intensifying. She barely kept still as he slid his hands down her bare arms to the hem of her thin undershirt.
She thought he
