Curiosity got the best of me when I heard odd rustling in the kitchen. On my tippy toes, almost like a teenager trying to sneak out of the house, I walked quickly and quietly into the room to find Jack padding around barefooted and deliciously shirtless still. Speechless, I allowed my hungry eyes to devour his chest and back now that I finally had the chance to see it in more detail.
His hair hung like a dark, damp halo around his head. I wondered if he ever managed to tame it or if it was always a wild mess that begged a woman to run her hands through it. Every muscle on his body was well defined; evidence of a man who knew how to work hard and, from what I have heard, play harder. His waist cut in and then gave way to a nicely rounded ass that made me think of digging my heels into it a
