Naked Pursuit. Jill Monroe

he mumbled. “This marble is cold. How about we get out of the tub?”

      And maybe they could find him a robe or something, because...wow. When she wasn’t noticing his tattoo or his hardware, she realized this man packed a pretty serious punch. A solid chest with that perfect T of chest hair. Ripped and toned, the guy worked out. Religiously. Normally she didn’t go for the big-and-strong type. She preferred the science geeks, like her.

      She wrapped her hand around the corner of the black-and-white marble tub, and together they stood. She sucked in a breath.