Title: THE MIGHTY QUINNS: MARCUS
The breath left Marcus's chest. Who was she? A stowaway?
Bent in front of the refrigerator, she hadn't yet noticed his presence. The scrap of fabric rode up the curves of her backside, providing a tantalizing view.
Marcus braced his hands on either side of the galley door, then cleared his throat. She straightened, then turned and faced him, her expression registering mild surprise. "Good morning," she murmured, a smile twitching at her lips. She didn't seem to be concerned about her lack of clothing.
He tried to avoid looking at her, but he couldn't help himself. Her body was perfect - long limbed and slender, with a tiny waist that flared out to lovely hips. His eyes drifted to her breasts, lingering there, and he wondered how it might feel to touch her, to cup each sweet breast in the palms of his hands.
"Are you finished?" she asked. "Or would you like to take a closer look?"