Kaylin – the Boson’s Mate by Anna Campbell
When I first see Kaylin, all my attention is drawn toward him as he descends from the crow’s nest. Close to my age, jet-black hair, waves of it falling down his back, oddly sun-kissed at the ends. He jumps to the deck, landing light on his bare feet. His chest is broad and hairless, his abdomen ridged like a pan flute. He wears cutoff pants. That’s all. I’ve never seen so much skin, a deep, natural tan. As he steps closer, the hairs on the back of my neck rise again, albeit for an entirely different reason.
“Worth the wait?”
I ignore my inner voice and continue observing. His eyes are dark gray-green and slightly hooded, his lips full and smiling, his jaw strong, nose just right.
“Did you plan to do more than stare?”
I reach for the ends of my long curls, remembering too late they’ve been cut short. “I…um. We…” Oh yes, I’m truly a wordsmith just now…