—Amira—

My breath came in shallow, broken waves as I took in the water dripping down his hair… down to his chest and hard stomach.

Oh, my gosh. Those muscles. They were ripped like perfectly baked vanilla... so inviting for a lick!

Yummy.

How could one man be this hot?

My legs pressed instinctively, the ache sharpening in my core—hungry, hidden, and alive.

No, I shouldn't be looking. But I couldn't look away either.

Not with the way his shorts clung to him.

I ran back to my room and ...