Chapter 5

Natasha's POV

He was beautiful.

Oh good lord, I had never seen a man more utterly delicious than him. He was huge, even closer. I should feel terrified especially when he had that permanent scowl on his face.

But the scowl disappeared when I touched his chest. Those golden eyes flickered and his lips parted as he watched me skim over the bands of muscles.

“What are you doing?” He asked, panting harshly as my hands moved to his tight, taut stomach. The muscles rippled under my touch.

“I'm not sure,” I murmured, looking up at him. “Has anyone told you, Mister, that you look utterly delicious?”

Something hard and insistent brushed against my hands and I looked down to see a very prominent tent under that skirt of his.

“Heavens, that's huge,” I clenched my thighs at how vulnerable yet powerful he looked.

I think I said the wrong thing though. Because his eyes flashed and he stepped away like I had burned him.

“Who ar