He was in her room. He looked completely comfortable, unruffled, leaning against her bed. Watching her watch him.
The air changed, becoming charged. Her breathing picked up as he shifted, bringing one hand up behind his head. His hand fisted in the collar of the black tee he was wearing.
Slowly, inch by inch, the shirt came up, showing off a long, pale torso. Her eyes widened, pupils blown wide. Her bottom lip, previously caught between her teeth, came loose as her lips parted. Her tongue darted out to wet them as his skin came into view.
Flat brown nipples rested in the center of well-defined pecs. His stomach was muscular, but no overly so. She could just make out the lightly defined ridges of muscle in the dim light of her lamp, and she wanted to touch. His skin looked smooth, highlighted by a small patch of dark hair just under his navel, leading into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
Just visible in the dark wash of his jeans was a sizeable bulge. She swallowed, fee ling a stirring in the pit of her stomach; something warm and dark unfurling, awakening in her.
Her eyes roamed, taking in the long, dark blond hair; the blue eyes that were narrowed and dark; the parted lips. Her gaze caressed the broad shoulders, the subtly muscled arms, the large, strong-looking hands and long fingers.
They were still on opposite sides of the room. He cleared his throat, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room. It startled her.
"You can come closer," he told her. His voice was low, smooth. Controlled. "I won't bite." His lips quirked upwards.
Hesitantly, she took one small step. Then another. Suddenly, she was right in front of him. Close enough to touch. So she did.
Her hand reached out, shaking ever so slightly, until her palm rested on those warm, firm abs. His hands came up, resting on her hips, fisting lightly in the fabric of her shirt.
She bit her bottom lip again as she explored the muscles of his torso. Her eyes strolled up his torso, his chest, past his chin and lips, until they locked with his. Rich, warm brown meeting deep, endless blue. His lips parted, tongue darting out for a brief moment. Then he spoke.
"You can go lower, if you want."