I didn’t remember moving to the bedroom.
One second, I was pinned against the wall, Asher’s hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to me. The next, I was on my back, my sheets twisted beneath me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
I should have stopped this.
I should have pushed him away, made some excuse, told him I couldn’t let this happen again.
But Asher wasn’t the kind of man you walked away from.
And I wasn’t the kind of woman who could pretend I didn’t want this.
His mouth was everywhere—along my jaw, down my throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send a violent shiver through me.
“You ran from me,” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark, teasing. “That was cute.”
I barely had time to catch my breath before he kissed me again—harder this time, mo
