Forbidden Summer Sins
She almost missed him.
Jake was on the back patio, sprawled in one of the lounge chairs by the pool, a bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers. He wore only loose black boxer briefs, the rest of him bare and bathed in moonlight. His head was tipped back, eyes closed, throat working as he took a slow pull from the bottle.
Emma froze in the doorway.
He sensed her anyway. His eyes opened, finding her instantly in the dark. For a long moment, he just stared her in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs, him nearly naked and devastatingly beautiful.