EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
We scrambled in, breathless, the storm raging outside like it was pissed we'd intruded.
The cave was shallow but dry, the air cool and musty. We shook off the water, but the chill seeped in fast. Justin stripped off his wet shirt without hesitation, revealing a chiseled chest dusted with blonde hair, abs that rippled as he wrung out the fabric. I couldn't look away, my eyes tracing the V dipping into his jeans.
'Your turn,' he said, smirking, but his gaze was hungry, flicking over my soaked clothes.