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and forth as the pleasure crashed over me, taking me higher and higher until I wasn’t even sure if I was still on this planet. My stomach tightened, and my legs shook and then…
    Oh my God, then it all came apart with startling intensity. I let out a cry that sounded half prayer and half plea, clinging to him and burying my face in his shoulder. His fingers froze over me, applying a slight pressure, and I let out a choked sigh.
    So that was an orgasm. Holy freaking crap.
    “Fuck, Mackenzie.” He moved lower down my body, kissing his way down my shoulder and toward my breasts. “That was hot.”
    I let out a sound of agreement, my whole body feeling completely limp from the orgasm he’d just given me…and yet somehow, still wanting more. I might not have firsthand experience, but I knew what I wanted. And it involved his swim trunks going away.
    I grabbed a hold of them and yanked. “Lose these.”
    He nipped at the top of my breast and pushed off the bed with one smooth motion. Geez, everything he did was so freaking hot and sexy and he wasn’t even trying. His hands hovered at the waistband, and he ran his gaze up my body. He looked so irresistible, standing there staring at me as if I was his reward for good behavior or something. I took a deep breath and memorized the way he looked.
    I needed to write a song about this moment.
    He stood beside me, his eyes hot and burning.
    It filled me with so much—
    “If I’m taking mine off, you need to take something off too,” he said, interrupting my composing. That’s okay. I could do it later. He played with the strings on his trunks. “The top or the bottom. You can pick.”
    My heart rate increased. Last time I’d tried to do this, I’d been caught naked inside Heaven—oh, the irony of that—with the asshole who’d sold me out. What if Austin didn’t like what he saw? What if I wasn’t ready? Hell no. I wasn’t backing down now. The only way to continue this was to push through without hesitation.
    I forced a smile and lifted my hips. “I choose both.”
    His hands fisted on his trunks. “Do it,” he rasped.
    I reached down and shimmied out of my bottoms, not letting myself hesitate or wimp out. He wanted to see me naked, and I wanted him to see me. It was as simple as that. After I kicked off the bottoms, I reached behind me and undid the strings at my neck, then my back. The whole time I did this, he stood there watching me, his jaw ticking.
    I looked at him. Really looked at him. His body was hard and toned and freaking perfect. I’d seen lots of men over the years. Some with six-packs, some with paunchy bellies, and everything in between. But I’d never seen him. His tattoos ran over his pecs and his muscular arms, but I’d already seen that. His brown hair was as soft as it looked—I knew that now—and his blue eyes were hot for me. His bare thighs were rock hard and devoid of any ink, and his erection jutted out from a small patch of curls, begging to be touched and stroked.
    “Take it off,” he demanded, still holding the waistband of his trunks, probably ready to pull them back up if I didn’t follow his instructions. I held the scraps of fabric to my breasts with one hand, the other flailing uselessly at my side. “I need to see you. Allof you.”
    I dropped it. He took a shaky breath, his eyes narrow, and he yanked his trunks the rest of the way off. He was naked. Perfectly, startlingly naked . “Fuck. Who knew America’s Sweetheart was hiding the body of a pinup model under those cute dresses?”
    I stiffened. “What did you just call me?”
    “Huh?” He climbed onto the bed, his eyes latched with mine. Then he stopped, his own going wide. “Mackenzie…”
    “You know? Oh my God. No, no, no.” I scrambled away from him, ripping the robe off the chair by my bed. I shrugged into it and hugged it tight, searching the room for cameras. But then I remembered there couldn’t be any. He’d taken everything out of his pockets. I