Bedroom Eyes (Makes My Heart Race Book 2) by Shaw Hart

that she’s currently reading. Her eyes will light up, hell, her whole face will light up as she launches into what it’s about, the characters, setting, and everything that she loves about it. Sometimes I take her into Barnes and Noble saying that I need something new to read on set and I just let her go crazy. I love watching her wander up and down aisles stacking books in her arms until we both can’t carry anymore. I had to have two more bookcases built in my office just to fit all of the books that she couldn’t bear to part with. Teagan sighs and I look over, taking in her sleeping form. She’s curled up against the arm rest, her wild hair in a messy halo around her head. Her cheeks are flushed a charming pink and I smile slightly as I take in her parted lips, the perfect bow of her top lip slightly wet. Her blanket has fallen down to pool around her waist and my eyes hungrily eat up the parts of her body that I can see. Her tits strain against the thin fabric of her top and I notice that she isn’t wearing a bra anymore. I swallow hard, my eyes lowering to take in her soft stomach. I love the way her waist nips in before it flares out to her wide hips. She’s got the kind of body that a man can hold onto. You don’t see that a lot here in Los Angeles and I wonder if that’s why I’m so fascinated with her. I grab the remote and shut the TV and the living room lights off, standing and walking over to where Teagan is still sleeping. I brush a silky strand of hair away from her fac