Pulling the tie from his ponytail, he let the strands fall around his face. The sight of his washboard abs made her mouth water. Her stomach tightened as desire ripped through her.
“If you’re not comfortable sleeping in the room with me, I can always take the couch. I just don’t want you back in that room until I know there’s no glass left in the flooring," Declan said. He was tempted to grin at the sight of her reddened cheeks, but he didn't want to give her the wrong idea.
This man is the human equivalent of white chocolate, she thought as she pressed her thighs together. The desire for him was undeniable. She watched him walk over to the dresser to pull out one of his old shirts before handing it to her. She took it from his hands, "What's this for?"
“Yours is dotted with blood, so I
