Towering six-foot-something frame, heavily muscled sun-bronzed skin with hints of . . . was that black ink teasing from the one open button of his flannel? Shaggy golden-blond hair practically begged you to run your fingers through it, and his chiseled jaw, covered in a slightly darker five-o’clock shadow, promised you’d feel his kisses for days after. Even narrowed in anger, his green eyes still made me want to discover their secrets. If his looks alone weren’t enough to make a woman drop her panties, all that big dick alpha energy would.
Kingston
