He grins at me with effort. ‘See something you like?’ he huffs out. ‘Hell, yes.’ I stroll towards him, eyeing up the damp trail of dark hair disappearing into his shorts. ‘How are the decorations looking?’ ‘What decorations?’ I deadpan, stopping in front of him as he lowers himself, inch by trembling inch. He grunts out a laugh that quickly turns more anguished as I smooth my palm down the slickness of his abs. ‘Careful,’ he warns as he pulls himself up again.
