STILL IN his briefs, she got an eyeful of Jace’s pleasure. He was very happy indeed. Coyly smiling at him, she reached in to turn the shower on, peeking at him through the glass. “Those need to go,” she said, indicating his underwear. “Now.”
She watched as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband. Those briefs sat low on his hips, just below that delicious arch at his waistline. All the imaginings she’d had about what his body looked like under those clothes had not done him in any justice. Fit and muscled when they were nineteen -- as he had been an athlete -- now he was rock solid. Those muscles that rippled over his body gave her an ache between her thighs.
Apparently his initial shock at her brazenness had worn off, because he walked up to her with an ‘I-want-to-eat-you
