Meanwhile, Artis was shell-shocked.
"Goddamn!"
The words left his mouth audibly and shamelessly, his voice thick with raw, unfiltered lust.
His eyes devoured her sinful curves, taking in every inch of her bare, glistening skin like a starving man who'd just stumbled into an all-you-can-eat buffet of pure, unadulterated temptation.
Juliana winced, a deep flush creeping up her neck. She knew that look all too well—because fuck, she was giving him the exact same one.
Her traitorous eyes itched to rake over his body, to trace every line of muscle, every ridge of taut skin stretched over hard sinew. But she refused to let him see her crumble so easily.
Still, her body betrayed her.
She could feel the warmth pooling low in her belly, the undeniable throb of forbidden arousal tingling between her thighs.