Chapter Nineteen
Zoe’s dark eyes widened, the wings of her eyebrows rising over them. Was he being too bossy? He got that way sometimes. But he knew Zoe, knew that if she didn’t like it, she’d let him know. Hell, she’d complained about his damn note.
“I will,” she said in a husky voice. “As soon as I see a little Padric Jeffers skin.”
He traced a finger across the creamy curve of her cleavage. Zoe’s body was just as generous as her nature. He loved the way her flesh plumped over the edge of the towel. He saw goose bumps rise wherever he touched. Her breath shifted.
He hooked his finger behind the knot she’d tied in the towel and drew her a step closer. “My skin isn’t a work of art like yours.”
She didn’t protest as he teased apart the knot. The towel fell to the floor and Zoe’s glorio
