Layla's POV

I tried to steady my breath, but it was useless. Every inch of my skin tingled under his gaze like he’d already touched me everywhere.

“Asher…” My voice came out smaller than I wanted.

“Shh…hhh,” he murmured, lips brushing between my breasts, trailing lower, slower, softer than I expected. “You’ll speak when I allow it.”

That shouldn’t have made me wetter, but here we were. The bedspread was soaked already.

One of his hands pressed against my ...