Chapter 28

“What’s wrong?” I expected nothing less than a fiend. With fangs.

He stood before his chest of drawers, clad only in white boxer briefs, his bare toes curled into the rug. Dark chestnut curls feathered over his chest and arrowed in a narrow line down past the briefs which clung to his arse and lovingly moulded his cock. My mouth went dry, and I almost swallowed my tongue.

The only immediate danger St John was in was from an aroused lover. I had to drag my gaze away from his beautiful body and my mind from thoughts of stripping those briefs down off those amazing legs of his and making love to him again. I stifled a moan and licked my lips.

“Robert?”

The least I could do was seem concerned with whatever his dilemma was. “What is it?”

He stepped aside, and my jaw dropped open.