CHAPTER 10

Reece yanked off his clothes, flung them onto the small leather couch in his downstairs office, and pulled on his cotton sweatpants, forgoing a shirt as he always did at night.

Sitting behind his desk, he picked up the piece of paper with the florist's name and phone number he'd written down at the hospital earlier, intent on focusing his restless energy on business.

Instead, sinful, brazen thoughts ruthlessly intruded his brain... Thoughts of Amara upstairs in the bathtub, naked and wet, her skin soft, sleek, and fragrant.

“Damn…” Reece whispered.

The vivid mental image of touching all that feminine flesh with his hands and tasting it with slow, leisurely licks of his tongue gave him a thick, rampant hard-on, which was becoming a too frequent occurrence when it came to her.

One that was getting more and more difficult to control.

He shifted in his seat, which did nothing to help ease his throbbing discomfort. Reece groaned a