Julia's POV
Gavin dragged his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. The sight of his bare chest stole the air from my lungs. Every muscle was perfectly sculpted, his torso broad and powerful, like he was built to make me feel utterly vulnerable beneath him. Heat pooled low in my belly as I traced the defined lines of his abs with my eyes, following the path of prominent veins that disappeared beneath his waistband.
My gaze dropped to the obvious strain against his pants, and my breath hitched. Even through the fabric, I could see how aroused he was, how ready. The memory of touching him before flashed through my mind, how I could barely wrap my fingers around him, and now knowing he was going to be inside me made my thighs press together involuntarily.
"How is that supposed to fit?" The words slipped out before I could think to stop them.
