“Sunshine?” This time, his voice broke through the haze, snapping me back to reality. My eyes met his, sparkling with humor. “My eyes are up here, sunshine,” he chuckled, flashing that gorgeous smile of his that always managed to disarm me.
“Of course,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. Despite my attempt to seem composed, my gaze betrayed me, drifting down his body again as he moved toward my bed.
The black underwear he wore fit him perfectly—tight in all the right places, accentuating the outline of his form. I tried not to linger, but my eyes kept returning, drawn to the unmistakable bulge that left little to the imagination. My cheeks burned as I realized just how much I was working with, and the thought of how much more there could be was both thrilling and mortifying.
“Sunshine
