Chapter 19 The Heat Of Secrets

• Her gaze dropped over his broad, golden chest, sleek muscle under satin skin, down his flat belly, lightly furred with dark silky hair. She blinked as she rapidly skimmed over where that silky hair flared out to form a nest for his manhood. He was stirring in that dark nest of curls, thickening, and her eyes widened before she squeezed them tightly shut. Her whole body reacted to the knowledge that he was becoming aroused, tightening, melting. She shifted and only reopened her eyes when she was sure they were pointed firmly at the ground. She stared at his feet; even his toes were beautiful, long and tanned and perfectly manicured.
• He had no right to be so perfect.
• "I need a cup of coffee," she said, her eyes back to his face, but carefully bypassing the bit in the middle.