‘Are you staring at me?’ He reaches for me and pulls me into his powerful chest. ‘That’s kind of creepy.’ I nuzzle my cheek into his pec, the sound of his heart thrumming into my ear. ‘Says the man who claims to be obsessed with me. ‘I don’t claim to be, I am.’ He presses a kiss to my forehead. ‘Which is why your lingerie is in my suit pocket as a souvenir.’ ‘Funny,’ I slap his chest playfully.
