Charlie’s pencil froze in mid-air. His sketch immediately forgotten, he watched Violette and Ethan, his gaze helplessly captured by the magnificent sight of Violette’s naked body writhing sensuously.
How he could have thought he’d be able to concentrate on sketching or painting with this young woman naked in front of him? Apparently, he’d grossly overestimated his mental powers.
Her coppery tresses spilled over the pillow under her head. Her pale skin, freckled across her shoulders and chest, made his mouth water.
The pencil dropped from his hand onto the pad. He lowered both hands to the armrests of his chair, gripping them as his body seemed to catch fire. Violette’s body was made for a man’s loving.
His breath hitched sharply when Ethan pulled his lips from hers and made a path of h
