And tall.
And muscular.
And the size of those boots…
His jeans fit him perfectly, showing off his masculinity—all of it.
Holy sex on legs.
His gray t-shirt is snug, showcasing the ridges of his six-pack. And that chest.Damn.I’m sure you could bounce quarters off it.
With each step, my belly clenches tight and every erogenous zone in my body tingles.
You’re being impolite. And a pervert.
Still, I can’t will my eyes to pull away from the most magnificent view I’ve ever seen. His hat hides his face, but I approve of the rest.
He walks with the distinctive duck-footed gait similar to other men I’ve seen in town.
I guess he must ride horses.
For some reason, I find that so manly.
As he approaches, I can take him all in. His biceps flex, and I almost faint. He’s rugged in a hardworking kind of way. This has nothing to do with hours spent pumping iron at the gym.
My God, Texas has never looked this good.
The closer he gets, the more I feel my face burn up—it’s probably as red as a tomato.
Mr. Sexy Stranger is standing right in front of me now. He takes his hat off and offers a pantie-melting smile.
Mother of God.
My eyes zoom in on his head.
Why do I want to run my hands through his shiny thick brown hair?
He clears his throat, forcing my attention to his face. The dark stubble dusting his chin does little to hide the deep dimples forming on either cheek. I watch, almost mesmerized as it happens.
His eyes capture mine, and I nearly faint all over again.
Who the hell has eyes that color?
What are they? Dark green with specs of gold?
His stubble beard gives him a badass look that accentuates the deep color of his eyes. Those babies stand out like crazy.
And then there are those lips.
I’ve never seen anything as tempting.
Is this a conspiracy, God?
Are all the hot men on this planet located in this radius? No wonder my love life is nothing to talk about. I was living in the wrong city.
I stare at him, awestruck.
“Hot damn.”The words spring forth before I catch them.
