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And holy hell.
My brain might’ve shorted out.
He wasridiculous.
Broad shoulders, all muscle and quiet power. His chest was like something out of a woodworking calendar—smooth in some places, dusted with just the right amount of hair in others. His abs weren’t just defined; they were chiseled, like someone tooka plane and carved each one by hand. Even his obliques made an appearance, like the universe had gone out of its way to make me feel like a cartoon wolf.
I might’ve stared.
Okay. Idefinitelystared.
Shane stood there, watching me take him in, a slow, amused smile forming like he knew what I was thinking.
I cleared my throat. “You’re . . . unfair. Entirely unfair. You know that, right?”
He chuckled, low and deep. “Still think you’re not in my league?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again, because the only sound I could make was an involuntary whimper.
God help me—I was ruined.
Then he slid out of his pants, and the world stopped spinning on its axis.
Shane stood six-foot-six, a wall of muscle that commanded attention and respect. Still, every Achilles had his heel. For guys built like Shane, that came in the form of an undersized “down under.” It was skinny guys, all bones and no meat, who were blessed with a kickstand, right? Every guy knew this. Watch out for the toothpicks, for they pack a massive punch.
Oh, but Shane was content to prove conventional wisdom incorrect.
As his shorts slipped free, I learned two very important things.
First, Shane liked underwear about as much as I did, which was to say, not at all.
And second, defying all odds, his cock was the size of a softball bat—and we’re not talking the ones made for kids under five. We’re talking a beast of a bat that could wreck someone’s world without breaking a sweat.
“Santa madre di mozzarella!”
His cock twitched. “You know your accent drives me wild, right?”
“If I switch to Italian, can you just stay naked forever?”
His chest rumbled as laughter, deep and rich, slipped free. It might’ve been the most amazing sound I’d ever heard.
It was the first such laugh he’d shared with me.
“I . . . haven’t done this in a long time,” he admitted again, his head falling as childlike insecurities reared their heads.
I stood, my head barely reaching his chin, and pressed my body into his.
“God, you’re hard as a rock.”
His arms wrapped around me as he said, “Whatcan I say? You got me all hot and bothered.”
“I didn’t mean that.” I slapped his back playfully. “I mean your whole body. Is there a single muscle I could press a finger to and it would give? Even a little?”
He squeezed me tight against him. “Why don’t you go exploring? See for yourself.”
And damn, if I didn’t feel myself leak again.
Chapter 28
