Elize wasn't able to pull her gaze away from the fine specimen her husband was. Like, how could she not appreciate a man with that kind of build?
His hair was all damp, clinging to his neck and all those bulging muscles. She couldn't avert her gaze from the sculpted planes of his back and the way they tapered down to his narrow hips. Even the way he stood or walked—it was like power radiating off a king. He wore a dark leather coat and black leather pants. Beneath his open jacket there was a blue shirt that fitted to him like a second skin. The top shirt buttons were open and she could easily make out the firm planes of his chest. His clothes spoke of his richness and his style of how dangerous he was.
