"I like it a little wetter..." The voice was hoarse beyond measure, like sand scraping across a millstone, mingling with the endless imagination of wind and moon, blending with the warm stream of water.
Misty water clung to Charlotte Miller's long eyelashes, appearing as if they were ringed with tiny diamonds, glimmering enchantingly.
Her head was lowered as much as it could be, and her gaze naturally fell on his soaking wet pants.
He had incredibly attractive abs, smooth and sensual, each muscle seeming full of power and sheen. His pants clung to his strong, firm legs, and under his lower abdomen, the bulge was extremely obvious. Charlotte's gaze fell there, trembling so much that even her shoulders began to shake.
Some things she was very bold about, so bold it was beyond limits, yet there were things she couldn't advance on.
Because she didn't understand, because she didn't dare to try, and because she was afraid of Atlas Hallow.
