Lyss blinked. Then blinked again. He was naked. Like so naked there wasn’t even shoes on him to detract from the powerful muscles and amazing tattoos covering his back and arms. She’d been right. He had an ass she definitely wanted to bite and slap.
He turned to face her slowly. If possible, his front was even better to look at. She didn’t even attempt not glancing at his c**k. Her brain short-circuited when she did. Her gaze shot up to meet his with a gasp. He was big. He was hard. He was ready.
“I’m...I’m sorry for barging in.” She cleared her throat. “I...just...how did you get naked so fast?” she blurted out.
His lips lifted into another of those panty-melting smiles. “We tend to be naked a lot.”
Oh. Her gaze strayed down to his c**k again. She curled fingers into her palms, squeez
