AGAINST ALL ODDS
I shoved to my feet and then whirled around as the door opened.
I blinked, then blinked again as I stared at a shirtless Dian, the light from behind him illuminating every bit of tan skin that was exposed. Water goblets trailed his skin and I followed the trail of a particular drop, my throat drying up as it moved over beautiful sculpted muscle and smooth skin, gliding until it seeped into the smug blue jeans that hung really low on his waist, the V line disappearing into the clothing, and then lower, until I was staring at the obvious bulge of his...