“What books are you reading?” I glanced away, not sure how to describe them. “You know what books. Romance books and—” “Why read them when you have me?” he asked as he unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them. He stood naked in front of me, and I drank in how perfect the man was. His skin was tan, his toned muscles so large the veins danced over them as he walked forward to lean over me as I bit my lip. “I’m romantic enough for you.”
