He shouldn’t be able to do what he was doing. At six foot two and one hundred and seventy-five pounds he was too big to be a good climber, and Ellia... knew for a fact that physiologically he didn’t have anything that the other guys didn’t. How he pulled it off was mystery… until you looked into his eyes. He was in agony. If you looked at his body you would never have known, his legs pumped the pedals in a merciless rhythm and his upper body was relaxed and moved smoothly, but his face was a give. His hands went immediately for her hair, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop her or encourage her maddening exploration. Sierra was a woman possessed. The effort of their loving had left a salty layer of sweat on Garret’s skin that mixed with the wholesome male taste that was essentially his. The smell of his arousal was intoxicating as she dipped her head lower and tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive skin jutting out over the elastic of his functional boxers. Growing. They were all sitting in seats facing some sort of arena in the middle. It was almost reminiscent of a basketball game or maybe an amphitheater. Thousands of lights hung from the high ceiling, illuminating the whole place, but particularly the center, the "stage area." It was breathtaking."Wow," I heard Ted say. All of us were dumbstruck, though we still managed to follow Matheson."This way," he called and he brought us all the way down one of the aisles between the seats to the third row which. Kady's breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't speak. She watched a bead of water slowly make its way down Brad's back, and disappear inside the towel. He watched her with the razor still poised in the air. "Kady, something wrong?" She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I just need to borrow that toothpaste." Brad smiled, and Kady watched his muscles flex as he reached to hand her the toothpaste. "Listen Brad about last night." Brad took a step forward as he finished wiping the shaving cream off.