Rowland’s POV
He fought dirty. After the war. With me.
He knew how he affected me.
I couldn't help staring at that sun-kissed, smooth chest which once used to adorn all my love marks.
Only a fine line of hard earned abs snaked downward and disappeared into a V-line in the low-slung, tight ass shorts that he wore after the crazy battle.
When Dante turned his back to pick up his shirt, I could envision myself licking my way down his perfect line of vertebrae.
I shook my head to dispel the image when I realized where I was.
No Rowland no ! You had to win back your baby first.
However remembering the feel of his warm skin beneath his shirt only increased the heat pooling in my groin, making me groan inwardly.
This had to stop !
I hated these mind games. When you asked your mind
