She was turned on. She wanted this as much as he did. And that was a lot.

More than anything he’d ever desired in his life.

He moved away from her with a teasing grin on his face. Then he stepped back, kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his shirt.

Mesmerised, she simply stared at him. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad and tapering down to a lean waist, his skin gleaming like burnished gold in stark contrast to the mass of black curling hair arrowing down his strong body. His long arms were hard and muscular and had their own dusting of hair.

His hands...his hands...