•17•The Masked Man

Today was the last full day she had with Adam Garcia, and Eva planned to make the most use of it.

Before the real world intruded on their fling and they both parted ways, she wanted to experience a bit more of what she felt with the man that she'd never felt with any other man.

Staring down at the said man, she had to drag in a breath.

Lying and sleeping facedown, the blanket she'd woken up in the middle of the night to cover them had ridden to the middle of his ass, exposing the top parts of his butt cheeks and the hairy expanse of his muscular thighs.

His permanently unruly hair was strewn in messy disarray around his head, giving him that rugged, caveman look.

His sculpted back was covered by red nail marks, things she'd done to him in the heat of passion.

Christ, no man had a right to look so gorgeous.

Even asleep and completely tousled, the sexual responses of her body to him made her weak in the knees.

She spotted his camera lying on the floor by the couch, and unable to resist