I couldn’t do anything but stare at his profile—at those ridiculously long eyelashes and the short beard I wanted to feel on my thighs and those lips I so desperately wanted to lick and suck. Okay, wow. Simmer down, libido. This is not that kind of show. I needed to get out of this room. Immediately. Or I was going to do something incredibly ill-advised—like shove him down on the couch, climb up, and ride that beard until I came all over those lips I was just admiring.
