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It’s been a while for me too.”
    “Now you’re the one telling tall tales,” she chided.
    “I’m not,” he answered seriously. “I’ve been very busy at work.”
    She gazed up at him, reading the hot sincerity in his eyes. And she smiled.
    She stepped back, undoing her jeans and shimmying them down—along with her knickers. She didn’t want to be shy. She didn’t want to waste a second with silly worries. She wanted to indulge, to revel and celebrate this only time she had him.
    “What do you want me to do?” he asked, sounding like he’d suddenly come down with laryngitis.
    “I want to see you naked.” She’d been imagining it for days.
    He whipped his T-shirt over his head. She stared. Oh man, her imagination was officially useless—he was way more incredible than she’d dreamed. Her legs turned to goo. She sat on the bed, watching as he swiftly discarded his jeans and boxers. He was so fine, so built, with a dusting of hair arrowing to his literally outstanding hard-on, and not an ounce of fat anywhere. All muscled male.
    All mine .
    Libby’s blood flowed like quicksilver, spirited and fast along her veins. It pooled in her lower belly—the nucleus of her need and where she needed him to be.
    “You have an amazing body,” she said in frank awe. She’d never seen anyone so sculpted. And she went to the gym, she saw fit frequently. She swallowed—with difficulty. Because he was broad too—broad shouldered, big-muscled, endowed . His palms spread wide over her narrow shoulders, making her feel very feminine. She moved her fingers in feline fashion over him, skimming a nail over his defined abs, tracing the taut grooves of muscle beneath skin.
    He drew in a deep shuddering breath.
    Eyes wide, she looked up at him as she swept her hands lower still. “You okay?”
    “You’re very good,” he murmured huskily, pressing his hot body against her hands.
    “Flatterer.” She shook her head. “It’s just that I want you like crazy.”
    And it was abundantly clear he wanted her as much.
    “Thank goodness,” His fingertips traced her collarbones. “You’ve been killing me these last couple of days.”
    “You’ll have relief soon enough,” she sent him a gleaming look beneath her lashes. “And we’ll both feel better.”
    She glided her hands over his muscled arms. He let her take her exploration slow—seated in front of him, drinking in his physical beauty.
    “Did you row too?” she asked, lifting her hands to sweep them across his ridged abs and up to his broad chest.
    He nodded.
    “ Not lightweight division.” She moved her sweeping circles lower again. Her temperature sizzled.
    He smiled and shook his head.
    “And you obviously use all those torture machines in the living room.” He was majestic—so built.
    “Uh huh.” He gently ran his fingers underneath her chin, stroking the vulnerable skin down her neck.
    She tilted her head to give him more freedom. She’d not known how sensual such a simple touch could be—especially from such a big guy. “You’re the one who’s good,” she sucked in a breath.
    His hands lowered, cupping her breasts and gently pushing them together. “Not that good.”
    “Prove it,” she whispered.
    He moved, pulled open a drawer from the low bedside cabinet, rummaging for protection. She laughed as he struggled to get the box free of its plastic wrapper—secretly thrilled to see his haste.
    He glanced at her. “Oh sure, you go ahead and relax while you still can.”
    “What are you implying?”
    “That in about a minute,” he paused as he tore the foil with his teeth. “You’re going to be wound tighter than a gymnast’s leotard.”
    He rolled on the rubber with a grimace and stood, feet planted wide on the floor in front of where she still sat on his bed.
    “Is this what you wanted?” He asked, a wicked look in his eye.
    “It’s the first item ticked off, yes.” Seeing him naked had been even more thrilling than she’d imagined.