Rita checked the fit at his waist, hiking Rafe’s top and exposing his lean, toned abdomen. His skin was smooth and unblemished, no tattoos, but of course my gaze locked on his happy trail and the prominent jut of his hip bones resulting in some serious V-lines. That right there was my downfall. I was a sucker for the sweet dip of contoured ridges pointing south, a.k.a. cum gutters. I swallowed hard, licking my fingers while giving myself a stern talking-to.
