Asher gently eased Valerie's head against the tub wall, her hair damp and clinging to her cheeks. The water rippled softly around them as he began to undress, starting with his shirt. Through the corner of her eye, Valerie stole a hesitant glance, unsure of what to expect.
The moment he pulled his shirt off, her eyes widened slightly. He didn't look like much with clothes on, but bare-chested, he looked like a warrior — lean, defined, and hardened like someone who'd undergone years of disciplined training. A quiet gasp slipped past her lips.
Then came the trousers. Asher slid them down, revealing his toned thighs and leaving only his underwear. Her breath hitched audibly. The outline in the fabric — that thick, prominent print — made her gulp. So that's what made the other girl he'd been having sex with earlier moan and scream like that? The size was intimidating.
