"I'll earn it." He growled, his eyes on her breast as she cupped them. Fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing. King folded his one good arm under his head like a pillow. Licking his lips like a hungry man eyeballing a slab of prime rib he groaned. He wanted her ON his lap, not hovering over it. All he could think about was being inside of her. It was pretty apparent by where he was staring.
That fucking zipper.
"You know what I really want to do right now, Abigail?" He licked his lips again, his eyes watching her hips. "God I want to bury my face between your legs." Although he was thinking 'come sit on my face' he couldn't quite say the words.