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It was a command, but I was free to turn him down. Nothing was keeping me here. Nothing but this need I had to touch him, to feel his hands on me.
I reached for the hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside just as he’d done with his towel. And then I was standing there in my pink lace bra and microskirt.
His chest was rising and falling dramatically. He shifted a little, and I noticed his erection seemed to stiffen even more. Keeping my eyes on it, I reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the ground. I stepped out of it and kicked it behind me too. Then I took off the flip-flops. There was nothing sexy about flip-flops.
“Let me—” His voice was hoarse. He stopped to clear it and spoke again. “Let me see those beautiful breasts.”
At those words, my eyes closed. Again, I reached behind me, this time to unfasten my bra. Then I tossed it to the floor.
This was the first time a man had seen my bare breasts. A few had tried, but I’d always stopped them. I’d never even been curious what was going on downstairs with a guy, but now I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “But you’re still not finished undressing.”
He was right. I gave him a slight smile as I slid my index finger under each side of my panties, then slowly pulled them down.
Wow. I kind of liked this stripping thing. But only if Grayson was my audience.
Only as I straightened and faced him did it hit me I was naked. And I did not have a perfectly sculpted body like the man in front of me. I had curves for days. My breasts were so big, I couldn’t even wear the cute clothes friends my age wore.
But the appreciative way Grayson’s gaze scanned my body wiped out any negative thoughts. He saw me as beautiful. Suddenly, his was the only opinion that mattered.
He pushed himself to his feet, his cock begging for my touch. But he said nothing. He was letting me decide what to do next.
I took one step toward him and let my desire carry me the rest of the way.
2
GRAYSON
This had to be a dream. There was no way this was actually happening. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen had walked into my life carrying a basket of muffins. And now she was just three feet away from me.
Two feet. One foot.
I still didn’t reach out, though. I wanted this to be her decision. It did hit me at some point during our flirtation that she wasn’t a stripper like I’d first assumed. Exotic dancer was the correct term for it these days. Whatever it was called, nobody had paid her to come here and take off her clothes for me.
The question was, who was she? Blackbear Bluff had a severe shortage of women. The ones who were in town were attached to other members of our various logging crews. No way would this gorgeous redhead have escaped my attention.
Finally, she stepped forward, carefully placing her hands on my chest. She stared at the area where skin met skin with wide-eyed wonder.
There was something about her that ramped up my arousal. It got my gears moving in a way no woman ever had. But the weird thing was how she acted like this was all new to her. As though she’d never seen a dick as hard as mine.
Or maybe, like me, she’d just never been this attracted to someone.
She looked up at me, all big green eyes and kissable lips. “I’ve never done this before. Go gentle, okay?”
More roleplay. I liked this woman. This was the type of lover I’d been looking for all my life. Someone who could have fun and keep things interesting while also being nice to look at.
But there was more to her than that. I could already see myself falling in love with a woman just like this. I didn’t even need one of those Godforsaken muffins over on the table.
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” I said.
I pulled her closer, which pressed my erection to my belly. She had to be feeling that too. As I deepened the kiss, I ran my thumbs up her waist and around the sides of her breasts. It wasn’t enough. I needed to be able to put my mouth and hands on every inch of her.
“Oh!” she cried as I knelt and easily lifted her straight up in the air.
Her legs automatically went around my waist, and then I was carrying her toward the nearest surface I could find—the table. The couch would have probably been softer, but right now I was thinking with my body, not my head.
I slid the muffin basket out of the way, barely avoiding knocking it clear to the floor. After setting her gently down on the table, I stared at her for a long moment. The desire in her eyes was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. That banging body came in a close second.
