(Asher)
Harlow pulled away from me and reached for the buttons on my shirt. She worked through them without saying a word, although the pleased expression on her face told me she was enjoying herself. When she finished, she pushed the shirt off my arms and dropped it onto the chair. I watched her, wondering what else she'd decided we were doing tonight.
"Someone's impatient," I said.
"You've kept me waiting long enough."
"Blame your brother."
"Oh, I do. I have a whole speech prepared for him."
"Please save it until I'm out of the room."
She gave me an amused look and caught the front of my jeans, drawing me toward her. Before I could get comfortable, she released me and stepped aside. I reached for her waist, but she raised a finger. Apparently, I was supposed to wait for instructio
