Page 48 of More Than Just Friends

I was about to look away when Noah started peeling off his T-shirt.

Holy macaroni.

It was like he was removing it in slow-mo.

When I got the first flash of his lower abs, I swallowed hard.

Wow.

I knew he’d been working out, but damn.

As the T-shirt rode higher giving me a delicious view of his toned six-pack, followed by his perfect chest, then broad shoulders, my breath hitched in my throat.

And by the time he’d tossed his T-shirt on the deck, revealing his magnificent naked upper body, a tsunami of tingles had erupted between my legs.

Two minutes ago, I swore my pussy was in a coma, but now it was like it had been shocked back to life with a thousand defibrillators.

The fanny flutters were in full effect.

What the fuck was happening?

None of this made any sense.

How was it that Adonis’s muscles had zero effect on me, but the second Noah took off his top and flashed his, every atom in my body sprung to life?

This was seriously messed up.

I continued staring, my eyes dropping to the trail of hair from his belly button that led down beneath his swimming trunks.

My greedy gaze should’ve stopped there but instead it was drawn to the outline of his cock.

Whoa. Was Noah hung?

Jesus.

He wasn’t hard or anything, but even through his trunks I could see that he was packing a lot in that department.

Then again, that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Some men were showers not growers, so maybe he didn’t get any bigger than that.

Wait. What the fuck?

I quickly tore my eyes away. I couldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about my best friend, for God’s sake!

Not only that, my match was standing right in front of me and I was ogling another man’s dick. That was wrong on so many levels.

Shame washed over me. What if Adonis saw me looking?

Then again, was it really so bad?

We all looked at other people’s bodies. Seconds before I was shamefully undressing Noah with my eyes, I’d admired Kayleigh’s body. I wasn’t sexually attracted to her, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t able to recognise that she looked incredible. And that was all I was doing with Noah.

It was completely innocent.

Well, the thoughts racing through my mind weren’t exactly what I’d describe as innocent, but I didn’t mean anything by it.

One thing was clear though. The way my traitorous body had reacted to the sight of topless Noah proved that my libido was alive and well, but for whatever reason, it just wasn’t feeling Adonis.

He didn’t get me going. At all.