“Your sister.” She turned around. “She called to see how you’re—” Her tongue hit the floor, making intelligible speech pretty much impossible.
He wore nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips, the color accentuating his tanned skin. Below it, beads of water clung to the golden hairs curling on his long, muscular legs.
Water ran in tiny rivulets from his shoulders down his chest. Mesmerized, she watched a drop trickle over his nipple and slide down his hard, flat stomach, only to disappear into the towel. Warm heat hummed in her belly, and she repressed the urge to quench her sudden thirst by catching one of those droplets with her tongue.
She wanted to run her hands over his wet torso, rip the towel from around his waist, and devour him in all his naked, very male glory.
“Like what you see?”
“Huh?” She jerked her gaze up to meet Daniel’s and saw amusement dancing in his eyes.
“I was looking to see if your, um…bruises were more visible than earlier.” To reinforce her point, she lowered her gaze to his knees. The only problem was her downward gaze snagged on the towel. Was it her imagination, or was there a bulge there?
It certainly looked like an erection to her. “Are they what?”
“More visible now?”
“Huh?” It was most definitely an erection. A substantial one, at that, given the way the towel just moved.
“The bruises. Can you see them now?”
“What bruises?” He was hard. That meant he was aroused. And if she was aroused and he was aroused, then--
Daniel chuckled. “A little distracted, are we?”
“Not distracted. Just trying to make a point. I can’t see any marks. Not on your shoulder or your knee. I’m sorry.” She shrugged. “They’re not there.”
He said nothing, raising his eyebrow instead.
Damn it, the man knew exactly what she was thinking. But how could he not? Her tongue was still plastered to the floor.