Sinclairs POV
I stand there for a moment, I want to speak but I can't. She's beautiful. Her skin is glowing under the room light. One hand raised just enough to cover herself.
Jesus.
"So..sorry," I say. I choke out. I don't wait for a response. I step back so fast I nearly slam the door shut behind me.
I lean against the wall, eyes shut tight. But all I see is her, not literally but she's stuck to memory. Her full luscious breast. The curve of her hips, the rise and fall of her chest. The way her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulder. God, she was only in panties.
Instantly I feel a bulge below.
Not now big man.
Of course, my body doesn't listen.
I rub a hand over my face, then the back of my neck. What the hell was that? I didn't even knock...just barged in like I forgot
