““Closing my eyes, I exhaled softly. “You want to see me, but I’m not sure you really want to. I don’t look like—” “I know what you look like,” he said, his voice low as his gaze met and held mine. “I have two eyes and I’ve been checking you out often. Enough that it would probably make you uncomfortable if you knew. I fucking adore what I see.” He drew my hand to his groin, folding my palm over the rigid length. “I want what I see.””
