“I’ll be out in a jiffy.”
My feet stood rooted to the spot I was in, some kind of trance taking over my body, until I heard the shower kick on.
That desire they talked about flared to life.
And I found myself following him once again.
He wasright behind the curtain.
Every inch of him would be on full display if I just slid it back and took a peek inside.
On autopilot I found myself once again needing to be close to him and I began to remove my own clothes.
Once down to my panties and bra, I took a deep breath.
What would he think when he saw all of me? Every burn mark that tracked up my side, the slightly, raised, white scar from where the monster's knife had sliced across my skin as he stole what wasn’t his. And my body, that wasn’t anything to write home about. I was a little thing and that included my breasts.
I looked down at myself and realized I really hadn’t prepared for the moment. There I stood in the most basic undergarments imaginable. Shaking my head at myself, I sighed. I must have been too loud because the curtain swooshed open and my eyes snapped up to meet Huntley’s wide gaze.
Oh mercy.
Huntley was breathtakingly handsome on any given day but standing before me gloriously naked…
He was a heart-stopping sex god.
And oh my God, he wasn't only packing when it came to his abs. I was having trouble keeping my eyes up top and not letting them stay laser focused on his manhood.
It’s not going to fit.
His voice shook. “Sweetheart?”
Those beautiful green eyes of his darkened with desire as they blazed a trail down my body from head to toe before his stare came back to mine. I watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed and my body began to tremble.
Did he like what he saw? He immediately answered my question as if he could read my mind.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes dilated and darkened even further. “Every damn inch of you is perfect.”
His words were like a magnet and I gravitated toward him. When I stood a hair's breadth away Huntley reached out, gently brushing my hair off my bare shoulder before letting it rest there.
He leaned in, his lips resting against mine. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
A shudder raced through me and I fought to find my voice. Then Gemma’s words came back to me. “Ask for what you want and don’t take no for an answer.”
“I want to shower with you, and then I want you to make love to me,” I whispered.
He sucked in a gulp of air. “Are you sure?”
I brought my palms up between us and placed them on his chest, nodding my head as I did. His muscles jumped under my touch.
“Sweetheart, give me your words.”
Right then, I should have been scared out of my mind, but any fear I might have left in me was nothing compared to the need to be with the man standing naked in front of me.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He brushed a feather-light kiss across my lips and brought his other hand to the opposite shoulder. Then sweeping his palms down my arms, he took my bra straps with him before his hands slipped around me and unclasped my bra. It fell to the floor leaving even more of me on display.
But he wasn’t done.
