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“Doubtful. But I do think we should play doctor just as soon as I can kick people out of here tomorrow. I’ll give you a thorough check-up before giving you the all clear for another date with my face.” My eyes drift shut. I can’t fall asleep. I need to wash up. I need to get her some water. I need…

Cara kisses my bare chest and tugs at the hair there. “Do you have a private bathroom?”

I blink my eyes open again.

I need to run my girl a shower. “Yep. Let’s go.”

Chapter 15

Cara

Hunter goes ahead,turning on just one dim light in the bathroom. Suddenly I can see him properly—and realize he’s about to see me fully naked, too. He’s touched me. Licked and sucked at me.

And sure, we were looking at each other up close, but it was basically dark.

Now it’s…more real.

Nervously, I go as far as the edge of the bed, and then I wait.

He turns on the water, then strides back into view. Backlit by light behind him, he’s extra-giant. Long, thick legs. A heavy core. Big arms that come up and hook on the top of the door frame as he looks right back at me.

“You coming?” he asks.

My heart leaps into my throat and I nod.

Sliding off the bed, I try not to be self-conscious of my body wiggling and wobbling.

But I’m nervous anyway—until I reach him in the doorway and he pulls me against him, dipping his head to kiss me.

When Hunter’s kissing me, everything is just fine. Better than fine. Everything is amazing.

“Get in the shower,” he murmurs. “I need to put these in the laundry hamper.”

He points down at his boxer briefs.

I blush.

I’m under the spray when he returns, the steam swirling around us, but nothing could interfere with my first look at his cock.

It sways like a long, heavy truncheon in front of him.

“He won’t bite,” Hunter says slowly, smiling cautiously when I jerk my gaze up to meet his eyes.

“I might,” I say in a rush. “He lookstasty.”

He laughs under his breath. “Pass the soap.”

I hand over a nice smelling bar, and he lathers up. Letting me watch, putting on a bit of a show.

He pushes the suds across his meaty chest first, the dark curls there catching the bubbles. Then his hand trails down over his belly to his cock. He circles it in a loose ring of his fingers, working the soap up and down his shaft before cupping his hand over his balls and tugging there, too.

I’m staring. Rudely, probably. Eyes bugging out.

Stop staring, Cara.

The lecture in my head doesn’t work.

“Do you want to help?” Hunter’s voice is low and silky. “After all, you’re the one who made me come in my shorts like a teenage boy.”

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