Rob warned. “No tattoos, but I have some scars. Also—my apologies for this—I’m showing clear indications of a desire to consummate our marriage again a time or two before morning. Not that I will. You need time to recover.” “I’ll take those indications as a compliment,” she said. She loved the sense of play between them. When she first met Rob, he was all sternness and business. He untied the sash of his banyan and pulled off the robe, turning to hang it on one of the hooks on the door. She’d never seen a completely naked grown man before, and the sight was intimidating, fascinating—and rather arousing. As she’d guessed, Rob was all lean muscle, his torso a triangle from broad shoulders to narrow hips. She kept her gaze away from his erection; that was the intimidating part. Hard to imagine that such a large object had been inside her. Reminding herself that after the first shock, she’d liked it, she studied the rest of him. He hadn’t been joking about the scars.
