#Chapter 238: Make Love To Me

Asher’s answer was a breath-stealing kiss. I clung to his shoulders as he delved into my mouth. He cupped the back of my head, giving me support as I turned to absolute putty against him. His other hand tightened on the small of my back, scrunched my shirt there into his fist. “Asher,” I gasped, when we broke apart to breathe. He wasted no time. He bent, lifted me up into his arms, and carried me to the bed. Slowly, he lowered me down onto the mattress. His mouth quickly followed mine. With my hands on his shoulders, I dragged him down on top of me. His hands slipped under my shirt at the waistline. His touch was so warm, branding me as his as he trailed his fingers along my stomach. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promised, his voice low and lust-rough. “I want you to feel good too,” I said, though it was difficult. Words felt so far away, when all I could focus on was his exploring hands as they brushed the underside of my bra. He smiled against my lips. “Trust me. I’l