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“I can’t get enough of you, darling.”

Her breath hitches. I lift the edge of her skirt, inching it up so I can slide both hands up her thighs. She squeezes her knees together.

“You behave yourself,” she whispers.

I laugh. “Diane, I probably won’t. Not with you looking like that.”

She’s so flustered, she can’t speak. I bend in and kiss her long and deep. When I pull away, her eyes are glassy. I know if I slip my fingers under her panties, she’ll be wet.

“Let’s go for a swim,” I say.

She gestures at me. “You first. I’m not stripping until you do.”

I stand back and reach down. Her eyes drop and her lips part. Slowly, so she gets to watch, I unfasten my belt and strip it off in one go.

“Your turn,” I say.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DIANE

I shake my head hard. I just want to see him get naked and show me all those hard muscles and scars. He gives me a lopsided smirk and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

He’s pulling it off, revealing his tanned torso, the ridges of muscle down his stomach, the dark hair on his chest, and the trail going down to his belt. He starts on his pants. I stare, my jaw slack, as he unzips and pulls them off. He’s in just his boxer briefs, tight on his body.

“Come here,” he says, holding out his hand.

This time, I kick off my boots and slide down into the dust in my bare feet. He shuts the truck door.

I take a step closer until he’s standing over me, looking down at me.

His hand comes up, rough as he slips the straps of my dress down, tugging it until it falls in the dust at our feet.

I’m in my handmade cotton bra and panties. They’re blue and white striped with little yellow flowers embroidered on the edges. I swallow hard; he’s looking at me like he hasn’t eaten in days.

“Jesus—fuck,” he says quietly.

“What?” I whisper.

He cocks his head. “Better not say what I’m thinking.”

My stomach swoops. His big, hard hands slide up my sides, and I want to moan at how good it is to be held. Then, he’s undoing my bra and pulling my panties down until I’m completely bare.

His throat bobs as his gaze drags over my body.

There’s something dark about his hunger today. A chill moves down my spine, but it’s not stronger than my desire.

I’d do a lot to be looked at like this forever.

“Why are you staring?” I whisper.

“Because you’re naked,” he says. “And the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen naked, at that.”

“You’re not naked yet,” I whisper, uncomfortable being the only one fully exposed.

His eyes glitter. “Finish undressing me.”

My arms wrap around my breasts, gripping myself tight. The hot wind makes my hair flutter at the small of my back.

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