And fucking froze.
Because standing there at the end of the bar was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
So gorgeous in fact that I almost winced from the sheer beauty that was him.
Black boots.
Light-washed denim jeans that hugged a pair of muscular thighs that made my mouth wat... oh no... what made my mouth water was the already impressive bulge he was sporting.
Kimber! I chided myself.
My eyes traveled upward to see a tight black tee that was covered by a leather vest.
A leather vest that had a set of arms hanging at its sides.
A set of arms that were muscular enough to pick me up, lift me, place me where he wanted me, and rock my world.
Kimber! What has gotten into you?
Umm, well, the answer to that question was this man in front of me.
A man who... Jesus Christ had the face and the body that could cause panties all over the world to melt.
A face that was chiseled perfection.
A strong jaw.
Soft lips.
The kind of lips that were equal in size to give the right amount of pleasure.
Did I know what I was talking about?
No.
But in my mind... I knew exactly what I was talking about.
Speaking of that, he also had a nose that wasn’t too big or too small, just right. One that had a slight curve to it, which said it had been broken before.
And then the man started to head in my direction.
And that was when I caught sight of his eyes.
His freaking eyes.
Eyes that reminded me of the perfect tones in the water in New Zealand.
Sea green.
A woman could get lost in a pair of eyes like that.
The kind of eyes that showed you what your future would look like by his side.
The kind of eyes that showed you what he was feeling at all times... but only if he allowed it.
And right now... those eyes were speaking to me.
Telling me that he liked what he saw.
