Chapter Sixteen
Hardly able to breathe, Emily watched Zaron as he walked into the water, the sun reflecting off his thick, glossy hair. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest, and she felt too warm, her skin tingling from the residual sensation of his touch.
She had known he had a good physique, of course; his clothes had done little to hide his powerful muscles. But knowing and seeing were two very different things—as Emily had discovered when she came out of her room and saw him standing there, dressed in nothing but a pair of light gray swimming shorts.
Her alien captor was devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. Smooth, darkly bronzed skin, unmarred by even a hint of imperfection, covered every inch of his rippled torso. Wide shoulders, a lean waist, and narrow hips formed a striking
