Allyson's POV
Michael's gaze turned predatory as he swept me from the ground, my thighs wrapping around his narrow waist without conscious thought.
My fingers clutched at his powerful shoulders while he transported me through the yacht's doorway into the private quarters.
The plush bedding welcomed my body as he lowered me down. Michael paused, towering above me, those midnight eyes burning with an intensity that made my stomach flutter.
He retreated slightly, putting space between our heated bodies. His stare remained fixed on mine while his fingers found the first button of his dress shirt.
Something fierce and urgent flickered in his expression as he tore the garment open, fabric buttons scattering across the floor before the shirt joined them.
My throat constricted as I drank in the sight before me. His torso appeared carved from marble, each ridge and valley of muscle testament to his strength. The subtle flex of his shoulders with each breath made my pulse race.
