She gasped when a quick look down confirmed one of her nipples was indeed peeking up above the pillow. She hastily adjusted before looking back up to meet his avid gaze.

“Stop staring at me like that,” she snapped.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re hoping it’ll happen again.”

“But I am hoping it’ll happen again.” She gasped again, sounding, even to herself, like some outraged Victorian maiden.

“That’s a highly inappropriate thing to say,” she ...