Her heart went pitter-patter as she traced the contours of his torso. Holy fuck. She did not need to know what he hid under his clothes. She’d never be the same. She’d never be able to look at him without imagining that expanse of skin.
“Maria?” he asked.
Her eyes flew to his face. He looked confused then realized where her eyes lingered. His face split with a grin. “Uh…” What could she say? The words had evaporated, leaving her mouth dry. Damn? That came to mind. She wanted to whip out her phone and send a picture to Tiff. Tiff could appreciate a good set of pecs.
He all but laughed. “Give me two minutes to change and smooth my hair.”
“Sure.” She nodded, her eyes dropping back to his chest. He had a tattoo on his shoulder and down his arm. On his chest one swirl went around the number 34, which she assumed was his hockey number. He was hairier than she would have guessed. She followed that down to his belly button, the trail of hair disappeared into his pants. She ripped her eyes away and ran down the stairs.
She was such fucking twit. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen a male chest, but you wouldn’t know that However, every male chest she’d seen before his was flabby and pasty in comparison. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and sent Tiff a text message.
Maria: Just saw Eric Thomlin’s chest. And I fucking stared at him. How do I come back from that?
Her phone beeped.
Tiff: Did you drool?
Tiff: Then you’re okay. Act like nothing happened. Like you see hot male chests all the time. How good was it though?
Maria: Bad. Terrible. He’s all fucking muscle. You’re supposed to tell me I’m a terrible person.
Tiff: Did you touch him?
Maria: No. What do you take me for?
Tiff: Not a terrible person. Keep your hands to yourself and you’ll be fine.
Maria: I love you.
Tiff: Love you too. Now some of us have bosses, I have to go.
This has been an excerpt from Love Worth the Wait.