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.