Chapter Thirty-One
Eric looked down at Abby, who was lying, peaceful and content, curled up and well sated in the middle his bed. The sight took his breath away, sucker punched him right in the gut. He left the door ajar so they could hear Rachel in the next room, and he took off his shirt and pants and tossed them onto the chair in the corner. Climbing into bed, he settled up against her, pulling the covers over them and running his hand gently over her stomach while pulling her closer to him.
Hearing her murmur, he lifted her hair, kissing the back of her neck, holding her tightly in his embrace. He stopped her when she tried to roll over and face him. “Don’t move,” he whispered. Running his hand slowly down between her legs, he nudged them open, lifting her leg as he slipped a finger
