Isabella’s eyes widened as she gaped at his perfectly muscled chest. He was a masterpiece—hard planes, sculpted abs, and a torso that looked carved by the gods. Every part of him tempted her to lean in and taste him, to drag her tongue across every inch of that flawless body. Instead, her mouth went dry, her breath caught in her throat, and she forgot how to breathe. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
Killian caught her staring. His eyes followed the small movement, the way her tongue slid across her lips, and his green gaze darkened with pure hunger. His nose flared, as though he were fighting his own control.
Heat coiled low in her belly. Just standing there, looking at him, left her trembling. And then he smirked, his voice low and cocky, “Like what you see, angel?”
Her face flam
