Cal made it five steps down the stairs when the vision slammed into him. He stopped so quickly that he almost tumbled the rest of the way to the bakery. He had to clamp a hand onto the wooden handrail to save himself.
Natalya Lamont, stark n***d from the shoulders down.
He’d thought that the wedding dress was so sleek on her that there couldn’t be any surprises. Stupid assumption. There were famous movie stars who didn’t look half as good out of their clothes. Her dusky skin traveled all of the way down to her toes. Her breasts were goddamned magnificent—not overly big, just full and perfect for her slender frame. And her hips said “Here is a Woman”—with a giant capital W. She had runner’s legs that also fired his imagination about how they’d feel wrapped around him as he—
Cal looked ba
