In the moonlight, my eyes adjusted and I was able to see him clearly. His gorgeous eyes bore into mine as if he were looking into my soul. Mesmerized by the sheer force of his will, I took a step back and relaxed, letting my hand trail across the exquisite curves of his chest under his white shirt. His body was rock hard. It was as if a model of the statue David was standing before me in all his perfection, in all his glory. In an instant, Lance's hands were steel vises upon my ...