Silver looked at Ana and all he could think was how much he wanted to see her in a bubble bath. She’d look like a goddess with her dark hair piled up on her head, her skin gold and warm, every inch of her luscious curves bared to his gaze.
And God, what it would feel like to touch her. She’d be molten silk: hot and cool, dangerous and soft. He just knew it.
Besides all the superficial physical stuff, he was thrilled that she was clearly smart and sassy; she’d already made him laugh and he couldn’t seem to wipe what was surely a stupid grin off his face. His father had called women like Ana ‘spark plugs’ and Silver had always had a serious weakness for women who could talk back, stand up, give back as good as they got.
And Ana had spark and spirit in goddamn spades.
Oh… and she had a bo
