Cayden’s T-shirt slid up his torso, revealing golden skin and the taut, tightly packed muscles on his abdomen. His long arms bulged with well-defined strength as he dropped them back down to his sides. But my lust quickly morphed into concern when I noticed mottled purple marks on his torso. Fresh bruises. I gasped, my hand unconsciously moving toward them. “Don’t.” His voice was like a whip. He grabbed my hand where it grazed his chest, yanking it into the air between us, gripping it tightly. “Don’t touch me.”
