Harley’s P.O.V.
Utterly baffled, I looked up and found his eyes locked on mine, feral, golden, and unblinking. Not with disgust. No pity. But something far more dangerous.
Desire. Fury. A claiming I wasn’t ready for ...
Carlos moved closer, the space between us shrinking. I could feel the heat from his chest and the subtle tremble in the air that came with his presence when he was holding himself back.
His eyes dropped, slow and unhurried, travelling the full length of me. From the damp curls still clinging to my collarbone, to the towel cinched desperately at my chest, lingering there for a while.
Biting my lips nervously, I struggled to move aside, but my body refused to cooperate with me, captivated by the charm of his intense gaze.
I hated to admit that I loved the way his gaze raked down my wide hips, my imperfect thighs, the parts of me I always tried to hide. It wasn’t mockery, not shame, but only awe. As if a master were admiring his masterpiece, completely absorbed.
My hea
