Chapter 367

‘Are you going to hurry up?’ Ashton prompted. I shifted off him and sat by his side. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing muscles that were hard to look away from. Since he was lying down, it was awkward to remove the shirt entirely, so it still hung open on him. That half-revealed, half-concealed state was somehow even more tantalising. I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes away from his chest and letting my gaze travel slowly downward until it settled on his waist. The limited-edition, custom-made belt was still fastened neatly, holding his trousers in place, just waiting for my hands to undo it. ‘If you take much longer, it’ll be morning soon.’ I reached out and pulled the belt from his trousers, then moved on to the buttons and zip. My hand inadvertently brushed against his waist. A low grunt made me look up. Ashton was no longer the picture of calm. Arousal had flushed his cheeks, and a fine sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes burned with an intensity that was almost scor