36. Was He A God

KIARA

I felt so comfortable snuggled against the hard, firm body next to me. A deep, seductive scent filled my nose and I inhaled deeply. A strong pair of arms were wrapped around me tightly, and to my utter surprise, one hand was firmly on my ass, his fingers between my cheeks, making my face heat up. My eyes flew open and I found myself staring at a tattooed chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What happened? How did I get here?

Slowly, I pried his arms off me, trying to ignore the tingles that coursed through me and the way my body seemed to enjoy his touch and moved back. The lamps were on, but I could see the sun was rising outside. I stared at the man lying there and my breath caught in my throat.

He was simply put, a complete and utter sex god. From his tanned skin, refined jaw and black hair, to his tattoos that covered his entire body, save some parts of his abs, he was hot as fuck. His nipples were pierced; his chest rose and fell deeply as he slept.

For a moment, I don’t think I mi