Lothaire lay beside her in his bed, trailing the backs of his fingers from her navel to the valley between her breasts. She was dressed in a sexy teddy; he was naked. “I like you in red,” he said, his voice raspy, making her shiver even more. “I’ve been awaiting you.” “What . . . what are you doing?” “I’ve decided to give you a chance to atone for your earlier insolence. With head.”
