It was just an artist's appreciation for his body, she told herself.
Yeah, right.
Ignoring that thought, she unzipped his pants and discovered that he wore nothing underneath them.
Commando!
Her face flamed at the sight of his extremely endowed maleness nestled against dark blond curls.
Oh come on, Sunshine, it's not the first time you've seen a guy naked. Jeez! Six years of art school, you saw naked men galore. And you've had plenty of them to date, not to mention that Jerry the ex-ogre wasn't exactly small.
Yeah, but none of them had looked this good.
Biting her lip, she pulled his heavy, black Harley boots off, then slid his pants down his long, muscular legs. She hissed as her hands came in contact with his skin, which was liberally laced with short blond hairs.
Oh yeah, he was definitely hot and fine.
As she folded the pants, she paused and ran her hand over the fabric. They were made of the softest material she'd ever touched. Almost like chamois, only different. It was a strange texture. They couldn't possibly be real leather. They were so thin and-
Her thoughts stopped as she caught sight of him on her bed.
Oh yeah, baby. Now that was every woman's fantasy. A gorgeous naked guy at her mercy.
He lay across the pink comforter with one tanned arm draped over his stomach and his legs slightly apart, as if waiting for her to join him there and run her hands up and down that lean, hard body.
He was a luscious one to stare at.
She sucked her breath between her teeth as she ached to climb up that strong, magnificent body and lay herself over him like a blanket. To feel his large, strong hands on her skin as she took him into her body and made wild monkey love to him for the rest of the night.
Umm-hmmm!
Her lips burned for a taste of that marvelous golden skin. And he was all golden skin. There wasn't a tan line on him.
Gimme!
Sunshine shook her head to clear it. Goodness, she was acting like a total goober over him.
And yet...
There was something very special about this man. Something that called out to her like a siren's song.
"Sunshine?"
She jumped at Wayne's impatient call. She'd completely forgotten his presence. "Just a minute," she said.
I just want one more peek. A woman needed a good ogle every now and again, and how often did a woman get a chance to ogle an unconscious handsome god?
Resisting the urge to fondle her guest, she covered him with a blanket, picked his jacket up from the bed, then left the room.
As she walked to the sofa, she studied his bloodied pants. Where had the blood come from?
Before she could investigate the pants, Wayne pulled them from her hands and grabbed the wallet out of the back pocket.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Checking him out. I want to see who this guy is." Wayne opened the wallet and scowled.
"What?"