“Wake up sleepyhead!”
Jensen groaned as she opened her eyes. She bolted upright in the bed when she realized where she was. Connor was sitting on the bed, grinning from ear to ear, his emerald eyes shining as he watched her.
“Oh, s**t!” she covered her face in embarrassment.
“Forget where you were?” he asked her with a half c****d grin. His bare chest was glistening with a few drops of water here and there, as was his hair. As she peeked through her fingers, Jensen could see the hard angles and ridges of his abs and pecks. His dark jeans had slipped just below the waist, giving her an enticing view of the v that formed at the top of his abs, descending down to the lowest angle of his jeans.
A warm sensation built up in her chest, bushioning down to her core, and her mind went to places
