So she pulled away from his dizzying touch and took a step back so she could catch her breath and get a grip on her emotions.
Ben’s bedroom held a king-size bed with a simple oyster-colored comforter, neatly made up. A night table sat on each side of the bed, with lamps and books and an iPad, all in orderly piles. “You’re so much tidier than you used to be.”
“The service will do that to you.” Ben watched her, eyes still dark with arousal, his chiseled, bare torso covered in a light sheen of sweat, which gave his muscles even more spectacular definition. He looked so downright incredible that she felt dizzy all over again. He folded his arms over his chest. The flex of his biceps made her mouth water. “Are we taking a break to admire my housekeeping skills?”
“Well, I am a professional,”
