Savage.
He’s wearing a white T-shirt that clings to his taut muscle ridged abdomen and worn jeans that ride low on his narrow hips.
My heart is pounding so hard, I’m not sure enough oxygen is getting to my brain to make sense of what exactly I was doing. Diablo’s gaze rakes over my body lingering on my thighs. He sauntered away from me and vanished into his dressing room. I raked my hair with both hands, pondering at why I was there in the first place. All of this is a mistake, what in the world did I get myself into this time.
He walks back into the room, in his briefs. Upon the sight of his member in his briefs, my heart thudded frantically against my ribs. Adrenaline pounded through my veins, I felt a rush of heat and terror between my legs.
He shut the door leading out of the bedr
