Chapter 15
Heaven.
He’d died and was on his way to heaven, carried in the arms of an angel. A soft-spoken angel who told him everything would be fine. He wanted to tell her everything was already fine. While they flew, she cradled him in her arms, surrounding him in a warm cocoon, his face pillowed on her breast, breathing in her faint lemon scent.
Angels wore no corsets, he was delighted to discover. Her breast shifted slightly under his cheek when he moved. When he reached up to cup a handful of the soft, rounded flesh, no rigid boning or laces impeded his access. Nothing but a thin layer of cotton fabric separated her skin from his. He rubbed his thumb over her n****e until it pebbled under his touch.
Better stop, or she might turn around instead of taking him the rest of the way up
