Standing next to her bed completely undressed with an equally nude Drake in front of her, Kit’s heart was beating out of her chest. It was apparent with his clothes on that he was chiseled, but she’d had no idea just how rippled his chest was. His thighs were pure muscle, and Kit imagined he could crush a melon by squeezing it between them. His skin was smooth and buttery, and when he kissed her, his lips were warm and soft.