Rowland’s POV

He fought dirty. After the war. With me.

He knew how he affected me.

I couldn't help staring at that sun-kissed, smooth chest which once used to adorn all my love marks.

Only a fine line of hard earned abs snaked downward and disappeared into a V-line in the low-slung, tight ass shorts that he wore after the crazy battle.

When Dante turned his back to pick up his shirt, I could envision myself licking my way down his perfect line of ...