Page 79 of The Woman in the Hollow
In all of his glory.
With nothing but a towel slung around his waist. A towel, mind you, that he was trying to hold together at his hip. But he was too big and the towel was way too small. I saw a healthy chunk of thigh that had me wanting to walk over to him, drop down to my knees, and go underneath the terrycloth material to take him in my mouth.
“I, uh, forgot clothes,” he admitted when my eyes reluctantly made their way back up to his handsome face.
“Okay.” My mouth was sandpaper dry. Other parts of me, though…
God.
What was wrong with me?
I was like an animal in heat.
He wasn’t the first attractive man I’d seen half-naked. I’d never imagined tracing my tongue down any of their Adonis belts.
“I won’t look,” I promised him, slapping my hand over my eyes as he made his way to the closet.
I tried to promise myself the same thing.
But my fingers split ever so slightly just as he dropped the towel. And I got one split second to marvel at his high, firm ass before I squeezed my eyes shut, cursing myself for being so weak.
“I’m decent.”
I dropped my hand to find him standing there looking anythingbutdecent in a pair of thin light gray sleep pants slung impossibly low, leaving very little to the imagination.
I mean, I could see a full outline.
He saved me from letting out a damn animalistic moan by turning back to his closet and coming back with a blanket and sheet.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting some bedding for the couch.”
“The couch?”
“No other beds in the bedrooms,” he reminded me.
Right.
While Dante’s couch was luxurious for, you know, lounging about, it was not meant for a man his size to sleep on.
“You can’t fit on the couch.”
“I’ll take that bet,” he said, but I could tell from his tone that he agreed.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” I volunteered, hopping up.
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh, don’t make this a ‘you’re the guest’ thing. We both know I’d fit much better on the couch than you would.”
“It’s partly a ‘you’re a guest’ thing,” he agreed.
“And partly a ‘my mom would kill me’ thing,” I added.
“That too. But that’s only a small part.”
“What’s the bigger part?”
