“Turn around.”

She turned, and once her back was to him, she felt his fingers work at the hooks of her bra. Then it released. He slid the straps off her shoulders and she let the bra follow her shirt to the floor.

“Now turn toward me.”

Oh, God, when she turned he would see her naked from the waist up. She felt vulnerable and uncertain.

But she turned.

And when she did, the admiration in his eyes as he gazed at her full breasts filled her with delight. She wanted to run her hands underneath them and lift. To move closer and offer them to him.

“You have beautiful breasts. Do you like me looking at them?”

“Yes, Mr. Gallagher.”

He smiled. “Good.”

He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her closer then, with one hand on the small of her back, he cupped her breast with the other. The heat of his big, masculine hand around her sent her hormones swirling. Then he leaned forward and covered the aureole with his mouth. His tongue nudged the hard nipple … then he sucked.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

He lapped and suckled for a few more minutes before moving to the other. When he took that in his hot mouth, she moaned again.

“Now take off your jeans.”

She undid the snap, then drew down the zipper. She watched his hot gaze as she pushed them down her hips and let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

“Turn around.”

She turned her back to him, conscious of his heated gaze lingering on her bare behind.

She felt his lips on her. They fluttered over her round flesh in butterfly kisses. So delicate and sexy. Then his fingertips grazed the flimsy fabric of her panties, brushing against her melting folds.

Oh, God, she thought she’d die. This was so intensely intimate.

His fingers glided under the elastic lace of the thong and he drew it downward. Soon, he’d peeled away the last bit of cloth covering her naked body. He pressed his hand against her back and eased her forward until she was bent over.

He was looking at her. She could feel it. Gazing at her intimate folds.

Then she jumped as she felt his mouth touch her. His tongue pressed into her folds and he licked her.

He pressed her thighs apart, opening her to him, then his tongue pushed deeper into her. His hand returned to her back and he pressed her down further, then his mouth covered her. He found her clit and teased it.

“Oh, yes.”

“Do you like that?”

“Yes, Mr. Gallagher.”

His fingertip brushed her clit. She choked back a moan as it quivered over the tiny bud. Pleasure rippled from that spot to her very core.

He licked her again as his fingers dipped into her. Just a little. Teasing.

Then they slipped away. So did his mouth.

“Ashley, come stand in front of me.”