Amber awoke slowly, as if her senses were numb, but were slowly returning to normal. Her head was drooping, so she raised it, and then her mouth fell open. Standing ten feet away was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. He was tall, maybe six foot four.
His upper body was naked, his chest a masterpiece of hard planes, while his bulging biceps called out to be touched. His skin was a light golden brown.
Her eyes went up first. What kind of face topped such a physique? Strong, square-jawed, the edges softened by straight blonde hair that caressed the top of his shoulders. A pair of piercing blue eyes drew her gaze and caused her to hold her breath.
He stood through her perusal, not saying a word. This was some dream. Amber’s eyes flicked down, noting the light scattering of hair across his chest.
A thin trail of brown hair started below his navel, the line dipping below his pants. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, for they itched to tickle that thin hair and follow it down.