But then my gaze is drawn to his muscular chest, with its smattering of dark chest hair, and across to those insane biceps of his, then down the defined abs that put my lightly toned stomach to shame. He’s all hard ridges, where I have a little softness to my belly. His opened jeans hang loose on his hips, and the prominent V shape of his form dips directly into the waistband of his boxer briefs like an arrow directing me to the promised land.
