Larissa's POV
Carson appeared in the guest room doorway wearing nothing except black boxer briefs that clung to his powerful thighs and barely contained what was clearly an impressive package. My gaze wandered without permission across his sculpted abdomen, his broad chest, and those impossibly strong shoulders.
"Christ," I muttered before catching myself. "Don't you believe in knocking?"
A wicked grin spread across his face as he noticed my obvious appreciation of his nearly naked form. "My apologies. I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed."
"I'm perfectly fine," I replied, folding my arms across my chest to conceal my body's treacherous response. "Just exhausted."
His dark eyes flickered down to where my arms pressed against my breasts before meeting mine again. "That bed is uncomfortable as hell."
"Looks adequate to me."
