Rowan's entire upper body was fully exposed to the warm light of the fire.
Delaney's hazel eyes widened in pure delight and stunning awe.
He was incredibly, remarkably beautiful. His shoulders were massively broad and thickly muscled. His chest was wide and strong, carved exactly like a perfect marble statue from ancient Greece. The golden firelight danced across his skin, highlighting the firm, powerful muscles of his stomach and his strong arms.
He looked exactly like a powerful, dangerous warrior, completely stripped of his polite London society disguise.
Rowan looked down at her. He saw her wide eyes. He saw the way she was staring at his chest with open admiration.
Rowan smiled. It was a deeply proud masculine smile. He absolutely loved her honest reaction. What wife would not be completely mesmerized seeing her strong, handsome husband exactly like this? He was entirely glad that she found him pleasing to look at.
Slowly, smoothly, Rowan got back onto the large bed.
