Dangerously Perfect

Heat curled low in her stomach at the closeness of him. She pressed a finger to his chest, teasing, almost daring. "Then maybe you should let me get dressed… or breakfast will be the last thing on our minds."

His grin darkened, possessive and slow. "Breakfast? That ended a long time ago in my mind, love."

Lyra huffed a laugh, biting her lip as she leaned up to plant a quick, flustered kiss on hi