She gasped as she felt him hard against her. Abby tugged the bow out of the apron and once it fell loose she moved her hand up his shirt, feeling those carved muscles of his stomach. There wasn't an inch of his skin she didn't love. The man had the perfect build. The kind of body men killed for and women longed to touch. And in that moment she was absolutely possessive. "Mmm mine." It was a low purr as her fingers traced those delicious contours.
That suggestion made her moan softly. "Absolutely. You always have been a.. cunning linguist baby." Groaning she bit at his bottom lip and thrust her tongue in his mouth. All thought of her arm went out the window.