Yes, he is wearing trunks, but I can still see the full extent of his arousal from it. And oh my goodness it is scary. So scary that I can't stop staring! And my lips won't close.
"You're staring." His voice finally jolts me out of the trance that I seem to have fallen into. I shut my mouth and tear my eyes from his_his_his huh, his thing.
But damn, the image I conjured up in my dream doesn't do the man justice at all. I mean, look at those thighs. Thick, sturdy, like a damn tree.
His shoulders are broad and so is his chest, it perfectly slims down to his lean waist and curves to his hips. Even his toes are manly, long and too perfect. I'm sure if he turns around right now, his butt would be even much more than I dreamed—
Oh my gosh! Am I fantasizing about the body of an almost naked man right now? Leonis Rein for that matter! What is he turning me into!
