Chapter 334

• I didn’t look at him. Instead I rose to my knees on the mattress, reached for the tie of my silky robe, and let it fall open.
• The fabric whispered down my arms and pooled around my thighs. Underneath I wore nothing but the thin, barely-there nightgown that clung to every curve.
• After weeks of sleeping with a literal wall of pillows between us, there was no way in hell he’d pass up the chance to finally have me pressed against him.