“You really are subtle, but I guess that’s par for the course for a hooker.”
“Smartass,” he laughs and starts pulling off his clothes.
Except he’s moving a little too fast, and when he steps into the shower—he’s still wearing his socks.
I blink.And snort—because that’s the new sexy.Don’t be jealous.
“Um, Noah?”
I point down.
Noah follows my finger and groans.
“Bollocks!”
He spins around and bends over to yank them off, muttering under his breath as he struggles with the wet fabric.
And for some reason, the sight of his muscular ass bent over—his balls hanging between his legs—is incredibly distracting.
He stands, and my gaze shifts to those broad shoulders and sculpted muscles, flexing as he moves to toss the soaked socks into the sink.
Even the dark ink of his tattoos swirling across tan skin is something to behold.
Meanwhile, I know exactly what I look like next to him.
Pale.
Soft.
Curvy in ways the fashion world never quite approves of.
But when Noah straightens and turns back toward me, the look in his eyes erases every insecure thought before it can even form.
I’ve been scared.Hell, the truth is I’ve been punishing us.
Punishing me—and all because of some ex-butthead who never deserved me.
But I don’t want to be the girl who gives up on love because of one wrong man.
It’s time for me to woman up.To put on my big girl panties and grab life by the hand—or by something else that appears equally ready and willing.
God, he’s so hot.Beyond a doubt the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
“You’re the hot one, Love.So fucking sexy,” he growls.
Noah steps forward and pulls me against him like he can’t help himself.
My back presses against the warm tile wall as he cages me there, one hand cradling the back of my head while he kisses me like he’s been waiting hours to do it.
The kiss is deep and hungry and somehow still gentle at the same time.
Like he’s savoring me.
Like I’m something precious.
And suddenly the differences between us—the size, the strength, the softness—don’t feel strange at all.
They feelperfect.
