Page 53 of Body Shot

Except he wants to stay in touch.

See more of each other.

Spend the rest of the week together.

I’m not sure how I’m going to manage it, but Hana will understand.

There’s a reason she’s my bestie.

We pick up Chinese food but I’m not even a little bit hungry when we get to Anders’ apartment.

My stomach flutters with nerves and butterflies as we put the food in the kitchen. Anders is pulling out silverware but all I can think about is seeing him naked. I know it’s dangerous territory.I’m not ready to go all the way, so to speak, but I’m desperate for more physical contact with him. I have to touch him.

“—there’s also beer and?—”

He’s still trying to be a polite host, but I interrupt him impatiently.

“We should be naked,” I say abruptly. “I’m too hot and sticky to think about food.”

He freezes, turning ice-blue eyes on me.

They’re inscrutable.

The look on his face tells me I’ve unleashed some sort of beast.

Yet it doesn’t scare me.

If I didn’t trust him, I wouldn’t be here.

It doesn’t make a lot of sense, but I’m beyond caring at this point.

“I need you to touch me,” I continue. “I feel like I can’t breathe. Like you being across the room is too far and?—”

He crosses the room in three long steps and seals his mouth over mine. Our lips fuse with a magnetic motion that leaves me barely able to breathe. Tongues and lips collide almost viciously, and instead of being nervous, it makes me want more.

I truly don’t know what I want, but I’m positive he’s going to show me.

Firm but gentle fingers trail my back, skimming the curve of my ass before sliding beneath my top. Moisture floods my nether regions as his hands caress my skin, warming me from the inside out.

We’re still kissing, bodies close together, and I whimper as he pulls away.

“Off,” he says in a gruff voice, tugging at my top.

I let him pull it over my head but instead of feeling vulnerable, the look in his eyes empowers me. I don’t know much about men, but the one in front of me is drinking me in. Icould feel his erection when we were kissing, and now I can see it, long and thick against his shorts.

“The rest,” he growls, taking a step back.

This time I hesitate—I hadn’t planned on doing a strip tease—but that erection is for me, and he wouldn’t have it if he didn’t like what he’s seeing.

“Please.” His voice is softer now, but no less strained with urgency.

He’s seen me in a bathing suit, so stripping down to my bra and panties shouldn’t be a big deal.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I unbutton my shorts and let them slide down my legs. With my eyes glued to his, I step out of them, and everything inside of me turns up a notch.

“Fucking beautiful,” he groans.

“Your…turn.” It’s hard to get those words out, but he doesn’t hesitate, stripping off his shirt and giving me a view of his incredible torso. Broad shoulders. Tapered waist and hips. And fuck me, but the “V” his oblique muscles make is absolute perfection. I’d seen it all at the beach, but it’s even more spectacular now that we’re alone.

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