And as he looked at her helpless, bound form—he licked his tongue slowly over his chapped lips.
It appeared he had just gotten a lucky chance to have some fun, given his client had, through his men, delivered this gorgeous woman right to him—a beautiful gift in disguise.
A hungry, feral sneer spread across his face as his eyes traveled lower, drinking her in like a starved man at a banquet.
He said nothing yet—but his dark, filthy thoughts were practically steaming from his expression.
Her crisp white hospital blouse had gone completely transparent in the soaking, plastered impossibly tight to her warm skin. The sheer wet fabric shamelessly outlined the heavy, mature swell of her breasts and the intricate, delicate shape of her black lace bra beneath.
The silk stretched so tightly over her heaving chest that the darker, pebble-hard outlines of her areolas teased clearly through the material, pointing straight at him.
