Six weeks earlier
Nox reached for the lapels of the robe and teased them apart.
“Hey, Mrs. Witt," I reminded.
“Do you know how badly..." His husky tone was thick, sending tingles through me. “...I wanted to look under your robe the other night?"
I rested my hands on his arms, making no effort to stop him from doing exactly what he wanted. “No, how badly?"
He loosened the sash from around my waist. As the tie fell dangling in its loops, the robe gaped open, revealing just the sides of my breasts. The warm pad of his finger skirted across my skin, moving the satin aside. With my breasts fully exposed I looked up and quickly away. His pale gaze swirled with an intensity that reverberated to my bones. With nothing more than his eyes, my breathing hitched and n*****s hardened.
I had abs
