Allyson's POV
The cold wall pressed against my spine as Michael held me effortlessly, my thighs wrapped around his narrow waist. His powerful arms supported my weight like I was nothing more than a feather. Those storm-gray eyes devoured me with an intensity that made my pulse race.
"Show yourself to me," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "I need to see all of you."
My chest rose and fell rapidly as I unwound my fingers from the terry cloth, allowing the towel to slip from my grasp and pool on the floor below.
His heated gaze swept over my exposed form, his pupils expanding as raw hunger flickered across his chiseled features.
"Christ," he breathed, the word escaping like a prayer. "You're absolutely stunning."
His mouth ghosted across my collarbone, trailing upward along the sensitive column of my throat. "Every curve, every inch of you."
