her hormones crowed as adrenaline zinged through her veins. A rush of heat skimmed her nerves, her nipples pebbled, warmth flooded her thighs, and her hands trembled. Or maybe the hand trembling was caused by the sudden fear niggling at her brain. Fear? Of Val? A ghost? He looked anything but a ghost standing not two feet away from her, his blue gaze burning like twin match flames, his tanned muscles bunched tight, rippling right before her eyes with every breath he took, every clench of his fists as he stood so fierce and warriorlike before her, his gloriously nude erection jutting out from a thatch of sand-colored hair. So powerful. Masculine. Huge. “Take off your clothes and let’s get on with it.” At the deep growl of his voice, her gaze snapped back to his face, to his expression that reminded her of a sullen little boy being forced to drink a bottle of cod liver oil. Or an experienced, sexy-as-sin lover about to settle for an inexperienced, so-so looking virgin. You know for a fact that he wants you.
