It was late when Asher finally walked through the door. I’d spent the evening working my way through his records, determined to be awake when he got off work.
Jumping off the couch, I flew over the floor to greet him.
“Cory! I thought you’d be asleep.”
I flung myself at him, wound my arms around his waist, and plastered my body against his. Pressing my lips against his neck, I yanked at the hem of his T-shirt so I could lay my palms against his skin. I would have climbed into him if it had been possible.
“Wow, honey, what a welcome,” he murmured and started walking me backward.
I didn’t pay attention to where we were going. I just kept kissing him. Dragged my lips over his sharp cheekbones. Brushed them over his stubbly cheek. Danced my tongue over his eyebrow.
His c**k hardened agai
