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He tilts his head as his gaze holds mine captive. “You’re not going to chicken out, are you?”
“No.”
As soon as the response falls from my lips, he shoves the boxers down his thighs.
And then he’s stripped completely bare.
Holy mother of…
Even though I should look away, doing so feels impossible. My gaze stays pinned to his cock.
And shaved balls.
I’ve watched some porn and a lot of those guys are clean shaven. I’ve just never seen it in real life…
Is it bad that I want to step closer and inspect him with more thoroughness?
That’s exactly when I realize I’ve eaten up the distance between us. His dick stirs, the thick length hardening before my very eyes.
“You keep staring like that and more than number two will get checked off the list tonight.”
My wide eyes slice to his smirking ones. Before I can respond, he swings around and dives into the deep end of the pool. My attention stays locked on him as he arrows gracefully through the water.
Ryder McAdams is absolutely gorgeous.
The perfect specimen.
I can understand why girls talk about him in dreamy tones.
When he finally surfaces in the middle of the rectangular shaped pool, he whips his head back and drags both hands through his long blonde strands, shoving them away from his face.
He glances around until his gaze can lock on mine. “You coming in or what?”
My heart jackhammers a mad beat as I shrug out of my black puffy jacket and toss it onto a wooden bench near the wall where a couple of towels are neatly stacked. My fingers shake as I unlace my Converse and toe off the white canvas. My socks are next to get stripped off. I glance at him from the corner of my eye as my fingers tighten nervously around the hem of my T-shirt.
Even though he remains in the same place treading water, I feel the heat of his stare pinned to me as I inhale a deep breath and yank the cotton over my head before tossing it on top of the jacket. The jeans are the next item to get shucked. I flick open the metal button and drag down the zipper before shoving the thick denim over my hips and thighs. A fine tremble racks my body as the sultry air of the room wafts over me. My arms drift to my sides. In this moment, it feels like they weigh a thousand pounds.
“Do you always wear matching sets?” he asks, voice low. The heavy weight of it sinks to the pit of my belly like a stone.
This one is turquoise hued with pretty lace covering the silky cups and a tiny black bow stitched into the fabric band that sits in the middle of my chest. A matching ribbon is sewn into the front of the panties.
“Yes, I like them.” There’s something about the garments that makes me feel pretty and sexy.
“Me, too.” His gaze roves greedily over my nearly naked form. “Now take them off.”
My nerves jump at the growled-out command. With a gulp, I reach around my ribcage and fumble with the clasp. On the third attempt, it springs apart. The stretchy straps slide down my shoulders and arms until the garment falls away from my breasts and drops to the tile.
“The next time we get naked, I’ll be the one doing the honors,” he says gruffly.
That’s all it takes for arousal to flood my core like warmed honey.
A fresh round of nerves explodes in me as my fingers settle at the elastic band at my hips and I shove the scrap of material down my legs until I’m just as bare as he is. The way his gaze licks over every inch makes my skin feel both hot and tight. Like it’s been baked in the sun and will burst any second.
It’s so tempting to lift my arms and cover myself.
But I don’t. I know he’ll just tell me to lower them. I can almost hear the demand echoing in my ears.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asks softly, interrupting the churn of my thoughts.
