Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires, #2)

by Lauren Asher

I’ve tried my hardest to keep my eyes focused on everything above his neck, but the amount of vein porn happening has my eyes glued to his forearm like a homing beacon.

Sparks break out across my skin as our lips touch, and liquid heat spreads through my veins.

I choke on my next inhale of breath. Water droplets trickle down inches of pale muscle before disappearing into a white towel wrapped around his narrow waist. He has V-cut abdominal muscles that point like an arrow to an area I sure as hell should not be thinking about right now. An area that only proves Declan is well-endowed even when not aroused. Warmth pools deep in my belly. My eyes give him another once-over, and my hands itch to reach out and trace the slab of muscle also known as his stomach.

He drags my wild hair over my shoulder, and goose bumps spread across my skin. That should not be happening. Anyone with eyes would be attracted to a set of abs. It’s evolution beckoning us to choose a mate who can provide for us. Provide what? Endless stamina and orgasms? I reply.

He grunts. “Come inside so I can see them better in the light.” The invitation is innocent, but my body doesn’t seem to get the memo as Declan ushers me into his room and toward the light on his nightstand. “Let me go put some clothes on.” Please don’t. Whatever expression I have on my face makes the corners of his lips lift. “I’ll be back in a second.” He walks toward his closet, only to look over his shoulder at the last second. My cheeks burn from being caught ogling him. He raises a brow. “It’s rude to stare.” “Then don’t walk around naked to begin with. Problem solved.” Atta girl.