Molly Wellington had known all along that Abraham Redington didn't have any good intentions.
By the time they arrived, Abraham's luggage had already been delivered.
They hadn't even had time to eat dinner yet; they'd just brought Abraham into the guest room so he could put his things down, when Molly Wellington was already being scooped up by him and thrown onto the newly made King-size Bed.
Abraham pressed her beneath him, his voice hoarse. "This bed… good spring."
As he spoke, he braced an elbow beside her shoulder and pressed down a little.
Looking into Molly Wellington's eyes, that deep blue only grew darker and more searing.
Back when she'd relented and agreed to let Abraham move into the condominium, Molly Wellington had already guessed their relationship wouldn't stop at just kissing and holding hands.
There was something mixed into the way Abraham looked at her; she could feel it clearly.
Only—
