"That's all I wanted to hear," Ross said with a low, satisfied growl.
He stepped back, his fingers making quick work of his clothes.
Piece by piece, they fell away until nothing remained to cover him.
In the space of a breath, he stood before her in all his glory, tall, confident, and utterly bare.
Kate's breath caught, her eyes widening as if she'd seen something forbidden.
She couldn't look away, not even if she wanted to.
Her gaze fixed itself between his legs, and the expression on her face must have said it all, because Ross smirked knowingly.
"Why?" he teased, his voice rough with amusement. "Was your ex-husband on the smaller side?"
Kate's lips parted, but no sound came out at first.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stared at the thick, heavy shaft that jutted proudly from Ross's body, veins throbbing along its length, every inch screaming with raw male power.
It looked almost unreal to her, and her stomach fluttered with both nerves and heat.
