Chapter 44 On Top of the Marble Table

The only thing I could think of as my eyes continued to admire him was that I wanted to get that white towel off him. I take in every part of his face and body and every second I did, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. From the way his hair just made a slight wave I wanted to run my fingers through it, to his jaw that was so sharp it could leave a cut on my finger and I wouldn’t mind, to his lips that were so luscious I wanted to lick it, down to his chest that I wanted to be pressed against...