me back, Gracie. Please, touch me back.”
A moan rose from her throat, and her hands went to his body. As soon as she touched him, palming his broad shoulders, his sculpted biceps, and the hard ridges of his stomach, he growled and backed her up.
“I need you out of these clothes, baby. I need you naked.”
She gulped, suddenly very self conscious. The lights were still on and well…she didn’t want him to see her naked.
“Can I have a minute?” she asked.
He gave her a confused looked, then took a distancing step back. She grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the bed and darted to the bathroom, leaving him standing there, raking his hands though his hair as he watched her duck into the bathroom.
Working to calm herself, she took off her clothes behind closed doors and wrapped herself in the blanket. She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror, then opened the bathroom door to find Nate standing exactly where she’d left him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his muscles flexing as he fisted and un-fisted his hands at his sides. His eyes were narrowed, his body tight. He looked like he was ready to blow a gasket or something.
Grace gulped. Cripes, she’d never seen that look on Nate before. “You said you wanted me naked,” she croaked out.
“Yeah, that’s right, and I wanted to be the one to strip you.” He crooked his finger, and she walked toward him, trying not to stumble on shaky legs.
When she reached him, he fingered the blanket, his eyes never leaving hers. “What’s this all about, Gracie?”
“I…nothing.” She glanced at the light switch, and when she looked back at him, his features softened.
“Baby, I want to see you.”
She made a move to get between the bed sheets, but he stopped her. “No. I want to see you. Right here. Right now. Drop the blanket.”
“Nate…” God, what was she supposed to say? I don’t want you to see all my jiggly parts? Talk about a mood breaker.
He shook his head, and as if he read her mind, he said, “Don’t you get it? Your body is beautiful. I love everything about it.”
“I’m not like—”
“Gracie,” he said stopping her. “You’re perfect.” He shook his head. “Every time you come near me wrapped in nothing but a towel, it’s all I can do not to grab you and take you. I’ve been going out of my damn mind. You have no idea how crazy your body makes me. How much I want you. I’ve been going fucking insane being so close to you and not being able to see you naked, to touch every inch of you, with my hands, my tongue.”
Holy hell, was this really happening? Was he really saying those things…to her? She looked at the blanket covering her curvaceous body and considered the model thin women he dated. “But I’m—”
“Overdressed. Now drop the blanket so I can see you.”
Grace hesitated, but when she caught the heat in his eyes, the hard ridge pressing against his pants, a burst of confidence stole through her, and she dropped the blanket to stand before him completely bare.
A lusty growl ripped from his lungs as he stood there staring at her, his eyes full of want, lust…need. “You’re perfect,” he said, and as she looked at him, it occurred to her that no one had ever looked at her like that before or made her feel so sexy, so desirable.
“Nate,” she said, her body shaking as his eyes drank their fill.
“Yeah, baby.”
She pointed at him. “Now you’re the one overdressed.”
He grinned, his voice sounding a little unstable when he said, “Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”
In seconds flat, he had his clothes off, and this time, it was Grace who stood there staring. She drew a shaky breath as her gaze traveled the long length of him. He was so incredibly beautiful with a fit, athletic body that was hard in all the right places. She swallowed against the dryness in her throat as her
A moan rose from her throat, and her hands went to his body. As soon as she touched him, palming his broad shoulders, his sculpted biceps, and the hard ridges of his stomach, he growled and backed her up.
“I need you out of these clothes, baby. I need you naked.”
She gulped, suddenly very self conscious. The lights were still on and well…she didn’t want him to see her naked.
“Can I have a minute?” she asked.
He gave her a confused looked, then took a distancing step back. She grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the bed and darted to the bathroom, leaving him standing there, raking his hands though his hair as he watched her duck into the bathroom.
Working to calm herself, she took off her clothes behind closed doors and wrapped herself in the blanket. She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror, then opened the bathroom door to find Nate standing exactly where she’d left him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his muscles flexing as he fisted and un-fisted his hands at his sides. His eyes were narrowed, his body tight. He looked like he was ready to blow a gasket or something.
Grace gulped. Cripes, she’d never seen that look on Nate before. “You said you wanted me naked,” she croaked out.
“Yeah, that’s right, and I wanted to be the one to strip you.” He crooked his finger, and she walked toward him, trying not to stumble on shaky legs.
When she reached him, he fingered the blanket, his eyes never leaving hers. “What’s this all about, Gracie?”
“I…nothing.” She glanced at the light switch, and when she looked back at him, his features softened.
“Baby, I want to see you.”
She made a move to get between the bed sheets, but he stopped her. “No. I want to see you. Right here. Right now. Drop the blanket.”
“Nate…” God, what was she supposed to say? I don’t want you to see all my jiggly parts? Talk about a mood breaker.
He shook his head, and as if he read her mind, he said, “Don’t you get it? Your body is beautiful. I love everything about it.”
“I’m not like—”
“Gracie,” he said stopping her. “You’re perfect.” He shook his head. “Every time you come near me wrapped in nothing but a towel, it’s all I can do not to grab you and take you. I’ve been going out of my damn mind. You have no idea how crazy your body makes me. How much I want you. I’ve been going fucking insane being so close to you and not being able to see you naked, to touch every inch of you, with my hands, my tongue.”
Holy hell, was this really happening? Was he really saying those things…to her? She looked at the blanket covering her curvaceous body and considered the model thin women he dated. “But I’m—”
“Overdressed. Now drop the blanket so I can see you.”
Grace hesitated, but when she caught the heat in his eyes, the hard ridge pressing against his pants, a burst of confidence stole through her, and she dropped the blanket to stand before him completely bare.
A lusty growl ripped from his lungs as he stood there staring at her, his eyes full of want, lust…need. “You’re perfect,” he said, and as she looked at him, it occurred to her that no one had ever looked at her like that before or made her feel so sexy, so desirable.
“Nate,” she said, her body shaking as his eyes drank their fill.
“Yeah, baby.”
She pointed at him. “Now you’re the one overdressed.”
He grinned, his voice sounding a little unstable when he said, “Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”
In seconds flat, he had his clothes off, and this time, it was Grace who stood there staring. She drew a shaky breath as her gaze traveled the long length of him. He was so incredibly beautiful with a fit, athletic body that was hard in all the right places. She swallowed against the dryness in her throat as her
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