An IV needle was still in the back of his hand, so all she could do was roll him onto his side.
She was terrified of hurting him, so she carefully rolled him over.
She unbuttoned his hospital gown, one button after another, revealing his well-built chest.
The man's body was drop-dead gorgeous. He obviously worked out regularly; there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, just solid muscle.
In the past, their encounters had always been in the dark, or she had been forced. She had never truly looked at him, too busy resisting. It was nothing like today, where she could observe him so calmly.
His skin was tanned and radiant, without a single blemish.
His V-lines and eight-pack abs radiated raw masculinity. Just looking at him made her throat go dry.
Joan Shaw felt her throat parch, a feverish heat rising within her.
'Why does seeing him like this stir up such an indescribable impulse in me?'
