Chapter Four
Jo’s eyes swept over Manota’s tall, muscular form. He was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. His body was sculptured from years of training.
The dark skin a contrast to her own as he stepped close enough so her palm lay over his heart. His chest was bare of hair, his n*****s a dark, dusky brown. Her eyes rose to his as he gently untied the belt holding her robe closed.
“Please,” he whispered huskily. “Please do not deny me, deny us, this chance.”
Jo’s eyelashes fluttered as he opened her robe and slid his callused palms across her sensitive skin. A shudder went through her as she stepped into his embrace, looking up into his searching gaze. Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed a tentative kiss to his firm lips.
A soft groan escaped her as he deepened it,
