Kaid walked into the kitchen. Her brain and body stilled and flowed with warmth. Wet sandy blond hair lay back in messy finger scraped rows, highlighting a magnificent facial bone structure. His scar was silver in the morning light shining through the kitchen window.
One of her pale blue towels draped around Kaid’s hips, covering the basics and nothing more. At a solid six four or five, the Eli Leader honed himself into mouth-drying super-buff, and Bliss wanted to help polish those edges.
She licked her lips, felt her silver bloom, every-freaking-where. She tightened her fingers on her gown and—too scared to speak, in case she asked for him to drop the towel just a little—pointed to the coffee she’d made him. When he turned to grab the cup, she could see the curve of his tight buttocks above the towel.
Surely she was too young for hot flushes?
It had been such a long time since she’d seen sculpted muscles like his, longer since she touched them. Her hand reached out just as he turned. He glanced down and gave her a hooded look. Oops—never tempt the devil. Devils bite.
“I see you’ve dressed formally.”
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