Lyra had to look away from his gaze. It was searing, turning that spiral of heat in her belly into a full-on fire that burned through her. She had never felt so embarrassed and aroused at the same time.
“Can we change the subject?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s go back to you taking your clothes off.”
“Goddess,” she gasped.
“Here. I’ll go first.”
Before she could protest, Jake pulled his shirt over his head. Lyra couldn’t help but look, her eyes drawn to the well-defined muscles of his chest and abs. A trail of dark hair led down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. He toed off his shoes and slid off his socks before his hands moved to the buckle of his belt.
Lyra told herself to look away, while Juno cheered for her to keep watching. She
