Chapter Fifteen

She watched keenly as he raised his hand to brush his hair backwards, flexing his muscles in process. Knowing what lay under the shirt, made her blush.

Her eyes moved up to his jawline. How could someone have such a perfect jawline? She watched as he brought the glass of wine to his lips and saw how the wine moved down his throat.

She wished she were the drink. She wondered how the wine would be feeling as it kissed his perfect lips and moved down his throat. It was going to spend time with him, passing through every part of his body.

She watched as his Adam's apple moved up and down as the wine passed through it. It looked so sexy.

Her eyes moved to his blue ones. There was nothing imperfect about his features and she hated it. It would have been easier for her to hate him if he had looked like an elephant or an underfed goat and not like the god of sex he looked like.

Her eyes moved down to his waistline. She felt his burning gaze on her and she raised her eyes to meet his.

“Stop