Hard Curves (Dangerous Curves 2)
There he stood in front of her now – just breathing, damn him – and she was barely able to keep herself from leaping at him.
The fabric of that t-shirt was thin enough for her to see the curves of his chest and abs through it, no problem. The large, taut muscles rose and fell with his every breath, approaching and then retreating, teasing and tantalizing her. When he absently ran one massive hand over the back of his neck, every muscle in his arm tensed and flexed, even just with that simple, casual movement. He was dark, and dangerous, and the most astonishingly scorching hot man she’d ever seen. She’d had no idea that men like Matt Kingston were running around loose out there, all hard eye
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