Wide shoulders. A rippling six-pack. And a V that led down to you know where. . .she hadn’t realized mere mortals had those V’s. She’d figured they were photoshopped on or the only men that had them devoted every hour to the gym.
And to top it off, all that deliciousness was coated in a sheen of sweat. She didn’t care what anyone said. . .that totally did it for her. Her gaze went lower to his shorts, which were far too short for her peace of mind. Down his muscular legs. Should legs be a turn on? They shouldn’t be, right? But she swore the more she stared at them, the more flushed she grew.
He leaned against the doorway, then crossed his arms over his chest.
“Like what you see?” he drawled.
She knew she’d grown beet red. Oh God. What are you doing ogling him, Gigi?
“I don’t know, I kind of like you ogling me.” He grinned at her. His sa
ndy-blond hair was flicked back and his lips curved.
Fuck. Her.
Like please. Do that. Do it now.
“Please say I didn’t say that out loud.”
His eyes danced and his grin widened. “What was that, sweet pea?”
“Nothing,” she said hastily. “I just seem to be having a hot flush. If it continues on you may need to take me back to the hospital. . .or perhaps just cover up or something.”
He threw back his head and laughed. She grinned. She loved listening to his laugh. Loved that she could do that for him. He moved towards her. What was he doing? He shouldn’t come closer to her. Couldn’t he see she was about to self-combust?
He leaned over her, placing his hands on either side of her as he leaned in to kiss her lightly. “You’re good for my ego.”
“Hm, I’m not certain that your ego ever had, um, shrinkage issues.”
He let out another bark of laughter. “No, I don’t think it has ever suffered from that.” He ran a finger down her cheek.
“How did you sleep, baby girl?”
“G-good,” she said, her breath hitching as he ran his finger across her lips.
“Yeah? Me too. I like having you to snuggle.”
“Oh God,” she groaned as he ran that finger down her neck and across the tops of her breasts.
He grinned at her wickedly. “I think it’s only fair that if you get to ogle me that I do the same, don’t you think?”
Her eyes widened. “You want me to take my top off?”
“Hm.” Suddenly, he straightened abruptly, running his hand through his hair.
Shoot. Why hadn’t she just done it? Now he was moving away from her and that was the last thing she wanted.
“Sorry, sweet pea. Shouldn’t start anything I can’t follow through on.”
“Why not?” She winced. “Crap, I definitely said that out loud.”
He just smiled and shook his head. “I need a shower, baby girl. And you need some breakfast.”
She pouted. “I’m not hungry for food.”
“I think I’ve created a monster.”
She winced. “Sorry. It’s just hard when you’re standing there, looking like some ad for Nike or something. . .”