Heaven

Moreau thins her lips involuntarily right when Abihirt is already shirtless. Woefully, she couldn't help but get caught up in the shallow curves of the man's clay belly, including the few patches of muscle that were coming to the surface. There was the full realization that something was stacked up there as a serious flirtation and there was no hope of making a better offer.

The logic at the top of Moreau's head tried hard to fight, but her body's reaction of pure need at the feel of the touch, almost like an act of worship, followed the movement that swept down her stomach toward her ribcage. She had no idea when Abihirt's palms had dived into the satin sleeping pajamas, so it wouldn't have surprised her when the man began to undo one button after another that was still perfectly buttoned, leaving only the bra, then they made eye contact together.

"You need this to sleep."

Ab