“I’m going to strip, big guy. If you would please turn around, I’d appreciate it.” Shrugging, I pop the button on the fly, and he turns his back to me.
And what a backside it is.
Broad shoulders are encased in his black T-shirt, with muscles that ripple with every movement. That back tapers to a slim waist and the best damn ass I’ve ever seen. You could totally bounce a quarter off his ass. His thighs are like tree trunks. No wonder he could carry me on his back for more than a mile.
My nipples tingle at that reminder.
Down, nipples.
I work the jeans over my hips and am shimmying back and forth, peeling them down my thighs, but suddenly they’re caught around my ankles, and I hop twice before I face-plant on the hardwood, narrowly missing breaking my nose.
“Ouch.”
“Shit, are you okay?”
“Don’t turn around.”
“Too late.”
I wince before opening my eyes and looking up at Gideon, who’s now standing over me, his eyes raking over my body.
My ass is in the air. Covered only in a pair of red satin panties circa seven years ago because the hoodie has ridden up my back.
And his eyes are pinned to my backside.
“Gideon?”
“Stay where you are.”
Narrowing my eyes, I push up onto my hands and knees, and he lets out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.
Or an army Ranger.
“Just get my feet untangled, and do not check out my ass.”
“Also too late.”
I whimper, but he’s suddenly at my feet, tugging on the legs of the denim until he wiggles them over my feet, freeing me.
“Thanks. Now, turn back around.”
“Not a chance in hell,” he replies. His voice is deeper now, almost growly, and I push up onto my feet and reach for the new jeans, begging my core to calm the hell down. “How did you get that scar?”
I pause before pushing my feet into the legs and twist so I’m looking back at my upper thigh and the white scar that spans from left to right.
“I was shaving in the shower and slipped. Cut myself on the way down.”
His jaw works and eyes heat with that explanation.
“So you’re saying you’re a fall risk. Do I need to have handrails installed everywhere in my house?”
“Har har. You’re funny. That cut hurt, too, but not nearly as bad as the nipples.”
I push my feet into the jeans and grin when I zip them up and they feelamazing.
“That’s so much better.”
“If you say so.”
