I haven’t done this in a long time.
I haven’t felt pleasure in a long time. With worries for my father and for my health, I hadn’t really thought about it.
I thought maybe, as he was here, I would feel no heat.
No slickness.
I was wrong.
He was blessed in many ways. The way his shirt was open at the top, exposing smooth, sculpted lines that made my heart thud in a steady, needy rhythm. The way his body seemed carved from dreams, every muscle defined yet not overly so. He was the kind of man you only heard whispers about, a forbidden presence woven from dark fantasies.
A man from a perfect world.
He was hot, to say the least. Bronze skin glistened faintly under the low light, and dark eyes, eyes that seemed to pierce through the air with a predatory focus, found mine. They were eyes
