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“Fuck me.” Seeming frustrated, he raked his hand through his hair.
“But it’s just me. Your best friend.” I gestured, then flipped my hand over. “And you’re you. My best friend.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself.” He exhaled a shaky-sounding breath. “I wish you’d packed sweats in your backpack instead.”
“I don’t have any sweats. And anyway, it’s warm in here.”
Barry snorted. “It sure is now.”
He reached back between his shoulder blades. The hem of his tight T-shirt rose, exposing his ridged abdomen and an arrow of fine hair that disappeared inside his jeans.
Removing and casting his shirt aside, he pointed. “Get in the sleeping bag,” he said gruffly. “Time to get you tucked in.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in because ...hello... Barry with his shirt off.
“Addy, stop staring.”
“Hold on.” I put a finger in the air, trying to take him all in. His wide, strong shoulders, his six-pack, and all that lightly bronzed skin. “Give me another moment to process.”
But I needed more than that, like at least a week.
“Stop looking at me like you want to lick me.” His voice was deep, really deep, and I felt it low.
“When did you get so ripped?” I lifted my gaze to find his sharpened to a point. Intensity glittered on that fine point like diamonds.
“I work out. You know this.”
“Theoretically.” I tapped my temple. “But I never saw the evidence without you wearing a shirt to cover it up. At least not recently. And when did you get that tan?” I licked my dry lips, when I would have preferred to lick him.
“On warmer days, I lie out back behind the garage.” He rubbed the back of his neck as if it burned. “There’s a picnic bench. I take off my shirt and wad it up behind my head for a pillow. Sometimes, I even take a nap.”
“Makes sense.”
“Right. School, work, the band. Sleep’s not something I get a lot of.”
He stepped closer, and I almost stepped back. Not because I was afraid of him, but because of how much I wanted to take a big step forward. He looked so good and smelled divine.
“What cologne are you wearing?” I asked, swaying toward him as he placed his large hands on my shoulders.
“Drakkar Noir.”
“When did you start wearing that?”
“Addy.” He blew out a breath. “You’ve been busy with Collin. You’ve missed a few things with me.”
Significant sexy things, I thought but didn’t say out loud.
“Smells good on you.”
“Thanks.” He shrugged. “It was a gift.”
My stomach fluttered as I watched his muscles ripple like the surface of the lake did when stirred by a sultry gust of wind.
“From one of those girls you were with the other night?” I asked.
“No.” He curled his long fingers around my upper arms, and my skin tingled where his met mine. “Bed, Addy. Come on.”
When he urged me backward, I imagined him urging me a little more roughly, and I realized I might like a little roughness from him. What if he pressed me into the wall, aligned our bodies, and crushed his mouth to mine?
