Adeline's eyes wandered too much. The buttons of his shirt were left wide open. She saw the hard plains of his chest, the tightening of the eight ridges of his abdomen, and the clench of every muscle. He was breathtaking, even in the darkness. His jaw was tensed, his eyes burning like molten liquid.
"Coming to a man's room this late at night, dressed in a thin piece of fabric. I know you're here to do more than just apologize."
Adeline's gaze lowered until she saw an enormous tent straining his pants. Her eyes bulged, as he lowered himself even more onto her, until it pressed into her thigh. She forgot how to breathe.
"So speak, my sweet. What else did you want to do aside from apologize?" he murmured, his lips skimming the side of her neck.
