Violet
He sat back and stripped off his shirt.
The hazy pink glow of the willows caught every defined plane of his chest, the ridges of his stomach, and the way his muscles flexed and shifted as he reached for the waistband of his pants.
My core throbbed just as my heart sang. Rowan was just as endearing to look at, and the sight of him like this, aching for me, made something deep inside my chest flutter with both nerves and raw want.
His pants came off next. He was bare before me now, fully hard and flushed, his member curving slightly upward. A bead of moisture was already gathering at the tip, and a prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing visibly with every beat of his heart.
I reached for him.
My fingers trailed slowly down his chest first, savouring the way his skin gave under my touch. His muscles jumped and tensed as I traced the ridges of his stomach, feeling them tighten as his breath hitched.
