She bit her lower lip and groaned, her back arching as his hand came to rest over her breast. The center instantly hardened at his touch, even through the fabric of the shirt she wore. Hannibal knew how and where to touch her when he wanted to get his way, when he wanted a reaction. Her body flushed and she looked up at him, her eyes a bit lidded with sudden arousal. "Mmmm, hope to hell not. Especially since you're shaving my legs and beyond."
Normally the aggressive and in control one, when it came to being intimate with him and just being with him in general, she willingly handed over the reins. "So, what do you want for Christmas honey?"
Abby trembled beneath him. No man she'd been with before made her feel like this or got a reaction out of her the way Hannibal did.