Cat’s POV
I gasped when I saw him.
He. Was. Naked!
And glorious!
The water ran down every line and valley, urging my drying mouth to go over there and lick up the droplets off him. His black and gray tattoos seemed to come alive as he moved, raking his hand through his short, spiky hair. And the way his muscles flexed and bulged made my stomach do the salsa and my p***y want to tango…!
And that’s when he peered over his shoulder and saw me. And the son of a b***h even had the audacity to grin. It should anger me! It should piss me off and bring out the b***h in me, giving him one of my infamous sarcastic comments. But the only thing coming out of my mouth was some meek squeak and I absolutely hated myself for being utterly and totally frozen in place.
“Never seen a naked man before,
