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A deep, steady breath is the last bit of gumption I need to turn the knob without any further hesitation, stepping over the threshold and into Wyatt’s domain like I own it.

Twenty different things hit my senses all at once, and I wish like hell there was something I could reach out and grab to stay upright.

Wyatt is standing at the dresser, one hand in the top drawer, when he turns his head to look at me. He doesn’t act like it’s strange that I waltzed into his private space, and he’s completely comfortable in his bare skin.

There are a few stray water droplets, and I watch the trajectory as they drip from his shoulders, down his biceps, and then…

Well, and then my gaze is stuck on the side of his muscular ass because Wyatt Harrison is buck naked. Sweet Jesus, I may be going into cardiac arrest with my heart trying to break its way out of my chest like a prisoner on the run.

The man is sculpted from stone, and his chiseled body is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I didn’t know they made dudes like him in real life, and my hands ache to soak in every hard line and edge of his perfect body.

I start to say something and then promptly close my mouth. I have no idea what words are appropriate right now. Oh, hi? Sorry? Want me to get naked, too?

But at the very least, I should be looking the man in the eye if I’m not going to back up and leave the room to give him privacy.

That’s what I should do. I should apologize, he should get dressed, and then we should meet downstairs and continue our conversation.

But I’m sure as shitnotabout to do that because I’m so tired of shoulds.

And I’m damn tired of talking, too.

Wyatt turns fully toward me, and the previously staccato beat of my heart decides to flatline instead. He’s completely unabashed, a cocky grin planted on his lips without a shred of self-consciousness.

My gaze drops right back down to his…

Well, to his cock.

His long, thick, half-hard cock between his muscular legs.

“Hey, you.” His voice is smooth as whiskey and rumbles straight into my core. “I missed you, too.”

Oh, my.

Chapter 13

Wyatt

Oh,I’menjoyingthismoment immensely, and trying to hold back a chuckle is a Herculean effort.

If someone’s entire body can blush, that’s exactly what’s happening to Rebecca, who still hasn’t raised her gaze from the part of my anatomy that she finds the most appealing.

And that’s fine with me.

More than fine.

Her intense scrutiny is all it takes to send an aching tightness straight into my abs like a bullseye that spreads down between my legs. And then my cock becomes even more interesting for her to look at because it’s standing at full attention.

There’s nothing I want more than to take her in my arms and pick up exactly where we left off, but she came to find me with a mission on her mind.

And I’m going to give her the time she needs to execute it.

I close the dresser drawer because there isn’t going to be a need for clothes if I have anything to say about it. And then I turn off both my work and personal phones.

Even if the world ends, I’m not leaving this moment to try and save it.

“Are you liking what you’re seeing, babe?”

Her eyes are heavy with desire when she finally looks up, and her pupils are so huge that the blue of her irises is no longer visible.

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