His fingers slip beneath my t-shirt and his warm palm slides around to my lower back. As he gently strokes, my eyelids get heavy and I blink a few times, feeling a little lust drunk. I dip my free hand under his shirt too and let it wander around his stomach and over the ridges of his abs. Freaking Heaven on Earth. I’d like to take up residence in one of the valleys between the ridges. Just pop a squat and live there forever among all that hotness.
