Even strands of Erin Xavier's hair were damp with rain. He casually wiped at them, and water droplets fell.
He took off his shirt, tossing it aside without a care.
But Zoe Pierce felt the aggression radiating from him.
In the next moment, Erin Xavier approached Zoe Pierce.
His skin was still damp. Silently, he lifted her slender fingers and pressed them against his firm abs. "I'm just as good, Zoe Pierce."
'If this is what she liked, he could give it to her anytime.'
From this close, a simple glance downward revealed her cleavage.
So fair.
His Adam's apple bobbed. His other hand clamped down on Zoe Pierce's shoulder. "If he can do it, so can I."
The feel of him under her hand made her want to recoil. Zoe Pierce had never seen Erin Xavier like this—so docile, humbling himself so completely.
The dampness in her palm seemed to grow warm, as if infected with his heat. She feigned ignorance, pulling her lips into a smile. "Ah, what do you mean?"
