Bath of Fire
Leon stood, stretching his arms above his head, the muscles along his torso flexing under his skin. The sheet that had been draped around his waist slipped silently to the floor, pooling at his feet. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching the hard planes of his chest, the defined sweep of his abdomen, the breadth of his shoulders. Every inch of him gleamed, polished and alive in the morning light.
Cassidy froze for a heartbeat, her breath catching sharply in her throat. Black hair fell across her shoulders, a silky cascade that shimmered as she shifted her gaze. Her own body felt hot all at once, every nerve singling out the sight of him. Her eyes, deep pools of black, flicked to his golden ones, wide and playful, and in them she saw the amusement, the teasing, the fire that always made her pulse race.
