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    â€œNo.” Her face burned. “I meant…would you undress first? Then I won’t feel so…naked.”
    He shrugged one hard shoulder. “Sure. Modesty isn’t one of my virtues.” Reaching back, he grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked it off. He dropped it onto the floor beside them. Smiling at her, he lifted one foot and tugged off his shoe and sock, then removed the other.
    Sadie’s heartbeat accelerated. Buck wasn’t an overly hairy man, but there was a nice patch of brown curls between his well-developed pecs, and farther down, trailing from his navel into his jeans. She already knew that hair was silky soft and that his skin was warm and taut.
    He opened the snap of his jeans.
    â€œOkay?” he asked, watching her closely.
    â€œYes.” More than okay. She’d already seen him in his underwear and a towel. Now she wanted to see everything.
    He shoved the jeans down, taking his underwear off at the same time. He kicked them aside, straightened—and let her look her fill.
    Holy moly. Everything in her felt tight and liquid and hot. Embarrassment ebbed, replaced with fascination. Sadie had never seen a naked man up close. It was so nice that her first was the epitome of masculine perfection.
    Raising her gaze to his face, she said, “You’re amazing.”
    A startled laugh escaped him. “Look all you want, honey, but you know, you can touch, too.”
    That was all the encouragement she needed. “Thank you.” She leaned up against him. “Kiss me again, okay?” It’d be easier for her to explore his body if he wasn’t looking at her with such probing expectation.
    His tone was more serious than she had expected when he said, “Anything you want, Sadie.”
    And then his mouth was over hers, treating her to a long, slow, tongue-teasing kiss that made her toes curl in her shoes.
    Sadie started with her hands on his shoulders. His skin was hot and sleek, but she preferred the feel of his hairy chest. When her palms grazed his nipples, he gave a small growl of pleasure, and then his hands were on her breasts, too.
    Even through her blouse, she could feel the heat of his palms, the strength. He cuddled her breasts, shaped them, and finally his thumbs moved over her nipples, circling, barely stroking, but eliciting a gasp of surprise at the sharp intensity of the sensation.
    â€œNice, huh?” he murmured against her mouth.
    â€œYes.” She knew her reply sounded a lot like a moan.
    â€œYou’ll like it even more once we get your clothes out of the way.”
    As far as hints went, that was pretty clear. “All right.”
    He showed his appreciation of her reply with another voracious kiss, while his hands left her breasts to tackle the buttons on her blouse. These were smaller than the ones on her sweater, and not as easy to undo. But Sadie had little thought for her own clothes with Buck’s powerful body bared for her pleasure.
    She let her fingers trace the tense muscles of his abdomen, tease the silkier hair beneath his navel, then she dipped lower. His penis jutted out, hard and warm. Fascinated, she cupped him in both hands.
    With a low growl, Buck seemed to forget about undressing her. He dropped his forehead to hers. Ina rasping whisper, he said, “I love having you hold me, Sadie.”
    A little awed, she spoke without measuring her words. “You’re so hot and so soft.”
    â€œNot soft at all.”
    â€œNo, I didn’t mean that. Your skin is velvety. I didn’t expect that.” She continued to explore him while Buck made sounds of mingled pain and pleasure. “And you feel alive. You’re even throbbing.”
    His hand curled over hers, forcing her to squeeze him a little tighter, then stroke. Once. Twice. “Okay. That’s enough of that.” With a raw, broken laugh, he pulled her hands away, kissed each palm, then put them on his