Marcus's heart began to pound the moment he saw her.
Willow Moran stood before him, close enough that he could feel her warmth. Her beauty and slender figure carried a quiet, devastating charm that seemed effortless. She was not trying to seduce him, yet temptation clung to her like a natural aura. The distance between them was almost nonexistent, and every breath she took brushed against him.
Her skin looked smooth and polished, flawless beneath the soft light. The graceful curves of her body rose and fell with her breathing, impossible to ignore at such proximity. A faint feminine fragrance surrounded her, warm and intoxicating, stirring both his senses and his thoughts in ways he struggled to control.
