Tattoos

MEGAN

TENSION THICKENED between us, and it coiled up in my gut. I did a big gulp with wide eyes in shock.

Oh, boy. Trouble, here I come.

Lord Jesus, Forrest was only in a towel wrapped securely around his narrow hips. His presence had me utterly speechless—he was beautiful in every angle—beautiful than I ever imagined.

My heart was racing wild. My skin grew hot with searing heat rushing up my neck to my face from embarrassment and his...well, he looked like a forbidden ripe fruit. The longer you look, the stronger the desire to want a bite.

I opened my mouth to speak, and I had to close again, afraid I might say something wild and inappropriate that I should be keeping to myself. I’d had a fair share of men, but he was too perfect for me that made me sinfully melt inside.

I was right after all—his body was covered with beautiful different filigree tattoos, occupying both ripped arms, his chest, and on his a