Determined and up for the challenge I stretch as far as I can. The tips of my toes are planted on the floor as my arm is stretched the furthest it can go. My fingers are literally less than an inch away from the knob. Leaning further I groan, my muscles being stretched to the max.
Come on! All I want is some delicious snacks. Is that too much to ask?
Grunting, I try one more time to reach the too damn high cabinets.
And again I come up frustratingly short.
“Need help?” The velvet voice with a thin layer of a rasp caresses my entire body. I try to hold back the shiver that wants to pass down my spine but I can’t. I can feel my pulse begin to thump wildly. The air sparking with electricity.
I look over my shoulder and my eyes go wide as my jaw drops slightly. My heart hammers against my chest. Heat rises to my cheeks and spreads like wild fire throughout my body.
I have always said that Oak is a gorgeous man, one that the gods would envy but seeing him half naked?
Holy fucking hell there isn’t anyone who could come close to the sheer beauty of him.
His bare chest covered in tattoos is on glorious display. My eyes follow each muscle and my tongue wants to trace each hard line, starting from his collarbone all the way down to the delicious v that rests above his low grey sweatpants.
I greedily take him in. Admiring his arms, covered in tattoos like the rest of his upper body. I never thought I would be the type of girl who got turned on by the sight of biceps yet here I am. But then again I think it’s just him. Because even the sight of his veins that pultrude on his forearms has me getting all hot and bothered.
Is arm porn considered a thing because I think that’s what’s happening to me right now.
Then my eyes return to those sweatpants hung low on his hips.
God, doesn’t every man know that it’s every woman’s weakness?
Then because I can’t help myself I allow my eyes to my follow down the happy trail of hair that the rest of is hidden beneath. And because I can’t stop I eye the bulge that lies thick and impressively large under the fabric.
Holy hell.
My cheeks feel as if they are on fire.
I should feel embarrassed by the way I am openly checking him out but I don’t because I notice him doing the same.
His eyes are filled with an insatiable hunger and a desire so heady that it causes my knees to go weak.
The way Oak’s eyes roam over my body appreciatively is how every woman dreams of being looked at by the person they want.
But as his eyes land on my legs and travel upward to stop hungrily on my ass only then do I realize the position I’m in and the clothes, or lack thereof, that I’m wearing.
My oversized sleep shirt that hits mid-thigh has risen and shows the barest hint of my ass as I’m still in an outstretched position.
As I lower myself back down the shirt lands back to its rightful place. And although men have seen me in far less and fewer men have seen all that I have to give it’s Oak’s blatant gaze of desire that has me feeling bare.
And it’s as electrifying as it is terrifying.
But I gladly welcome it.
“What was that?” I ask completely dazed.
The familiar hint of amusement that I have missed terribly lights his eyes.
He moves towards me with purposeful strides. I’m struck by how his muscles move as he walks. An act so mundane yet I’m hypnotized as his abs contract. My hands are begging me to touch each rigid line.
The electricity that’s between us sparks. So much so that I’m afraid the both of us will go up in flames.
When he stops right besides me, the side of his body presses against mine, I bite back a moan.
He looks down at me, heat in his gaze, a smirk playing at his lips. “Do you need help?” God, his voice calls to me. Pulling heat in my lower stomach and causing my thighs to clench to suppress the throbbing between my legs.
