Sabrina looked at Ross' cock.
It was larger than anything she'd secretly imagined during lonely nights, larger than the vague, clinical diagrams from high school health class.
A faint vein traced along its length, and the dark hair at its base only emphasized its size.
Sabrina blinked rapidly, heat flooding her cheeks, her chest, pooling low in her belly.
She sat back on her heels for a moment, just staring, trying to reconcile the quiet, dependable Ross she'd known for only a few weeks with this raw, undeniably male part of him now laid bare before her.
She drew in a slow, steadying breath. This was why she was here.
She was tired of waiting, tired of pretending the lingering looks and their friendly talks meant nothing.
She knew he wanted her—she'd felt it in the way his gaze sometimes dropped to her mouth and on her sexy body.
But Ross was careful, honorable, the kind of man who would never push.
In the old world, that might have been perfect.
