Asher's POV

My jaw clenched hard the second I laid my eyes on her at the door. The woman whose touch I hadn’t been able to forget.

Three fucking days.

That was all it had been, but it felt like I’d been starving and she was the only thing on the menu.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun now. She wore a cream blouse that hugged every inch of her like it had been stitched directly onto her skin. My cock reacted instantly, like it had been waiting for her. Like it remembered the ...