I was still staring at the beautiful breakfast tray in shock when I heard movement near the window. I looked up and nearly choked again – but this time for a completely different reason.
Dominic was standing by the dresser wearing only dark pants, his muscular chest completely bare. Sweat glistened on his bronzed skin as he slowly removed a white apron from around his waist. His abs were perfectly defined, each muscle carved like he was a statue made by some master artist. His broad shoulders and powerful arms moved with fluid grace as he folded the apron.
I found myself staring at the way a droplet of sweat traced down his chest, following the line of his muscles. My mouth went dry as I imagined what it would feel like to run my tongue along that same path, to taste the salt on his skin
