I yelp.
The phone drops, and I watch it hit the floor at my feet. And the feet of a complete stranger. Large, bare feet with a sprinkle of dark hair.
It’s just a flash of a moment before I stumble, and an arm slips around my waist. It catches me and pulls me flush against warmth that burns every place it touches.
And that smell here. That smell is strong, overpowering, and intoxicating.
“Whoa.” The word slides out of the stranger like dark velvet, rich and deep.
I freeze, locked against a bare, warm, muscular chest, slick with water. Rock-hard muscles ripple under my palms.
I don’t pull away—can’t even look away.
Every inch of skin between us burns in my vision. A chest so smooth it looks sculpted from wax. The stomach below holds a hint of natural texture, soft ridges, and faint lines that make him all real. But the V dips impossibly low...
He’s not wearing a towel.
He’s unmistakably naked.
My brain short-circuits. Longer than I expect.
“You alright?” Each syllable drifts over me like honey, thicker and sexier than before.
Sexier?
Shit. What’s wrong with me?
I slowly look up, still drinking in every inch of him. If my mind were anything like Tess’s, I’d be adding every detail to my clit closet.
Subconsciously, I may very well be doing that.
Right now.
At this moment.
His shoulder ripples when he exhales, and veins flicker faintly along the surface of his throat.
Yup, I take in every tiny detail of him.
Then I meet his eyes. His beautiful dark eyes glimmer with amusement. And thick waves tumble over his forehead, wet and unrestrained. It’s almost enough to undo me.
“You hurt anywhere?”
“I—” The single word squeaks out of me.
His gorgeous grin deepens. “I can’t tell if that’s a yes or a no.”
It’s a no.
Did I say it, though?
Did I form the word?
Maybe a few of those meaningless fucks could’ve stopped me from looking like an idiot who’s never seen a naked man before. Because that’s what is happening right now.
“You’re in my room.” It’s all I can manage.
Then I notice my fingertips digging into his skin and jerk them back as far as he allows me while still clutching my waist and holding me firm against him.
