"Do you want me to stop?"

Ave sat on the bed as she watched him take off his shirt. He pulled it swiftly over his head, and the nervousness she had tried to hide came rushing back.

His ripped, muscled torso was all sharp lines and hard edges, his skin taut over defined muscles that flexed with every movement.

His broad shoulders looked even more powerful without the barrier of fabric, his waist lean and tight, rippling with strength. Her gaze trailed lower, where his abs were carved in deep ridges, each muscle shifting under her scrutiny.

His pants hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V-cut that disappeared beneath the fabric, teasing her with what lay beneath. And beneath his gray pants, she saw the highlight of what lay beneath. It made itself known with the obvious bulge in his trousers that made her insides heat up instantly.