Brenna
Maddox was standing at the door of the bathroom nakéd, except the loosely tied towel around his waist that seemed to be just a blow of air away from being dropped to his feet.
My sense of decency told me to look away, but the devil that was perched on my other shoulder willed the towel to disappear. He wasn't seemed to be even aware of me that I was ogling him. His focus was on his phone as he typed something on it. The stubble on his face sparkled with drops of water clinging to his skin. His dirty brown hair was almost chocolate brown as damp as they were from the shower. I really wanted to rake my own fingers through his hair. I bet they’d be as soft as fine silk.
My gaze dropped as I followed the stray droplet of water that took a sensual path from his chin to Adams apple to
