WHEN THERON LOOKED down and saw the long column of her back bared before him, her inviting buttocks covered by nothing more than two layers of fabric that could easily be thrown back, desire nearly pushed him over the edge of sanity.
“Would you thank your girlfriend, fiancée, or significant other for letting me wear her nightgown?” Leah broke the heavy silence between them.
Theron cleared his throat. “I’m afraid the thoughtful gesture was mine.” He narrowed his eyes in forced concentration as he gently felt along her spinal column, taking note of the black and blue streak. “I’m not married. Never have been. Nor am I living with anyone aside from myself—and now, you." His tone was grim.
He had been warned of this challenge centuries ago, now here she was. He had always laughed at the tho
