His eyes narrow as he kicks his shoes off. When he pulls his shirt over his head, my gaze immediately goes to his broad chest. Now he’s unfastening his jeans and shoving both them and his boxers down. I swallow. He’s naked, and it’s just him and me and this dick mold in my hand. And this is awkward because I cannot stop my eyes from dragging over him. Damn, that body. When my gaze meets his, he’s smirking, his tongue flicking over that damn lip ring. “What?” I ask, almost sounding defensive. “You’re staring.” “You’re naked.” “I am.”
