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material floated down to pool around her feet. She clasped her hands together in front of the lace panties and shifted slightly, awkwardly.
    He sighed but decided to ease back a bit on the ordering her around. That was something they’d discuss later...if they continued beyond tonight. For now, even though she was a natural submissive who clearly craved what he could give her, he’d give in a little.
    He crooked his finger, beckoning her to him. When she stepped toward him, he spread his knees so she could stand between them. He palmed her hips then dragged his hands down to her knees and back up again. His mouth almost watered at the feel of the soft skin of her thighs, the strong scent her arousal so close. He knew her panties were sopping from earlier, and he wanted nothing more than to bare her for his tongue.
    “You need to stop worrying, love.” He pressed his mouth on her stomach, just above her navel. “You’re making assumptions about me again.”
    “I’m sorry. I just—”
    “Shhh.” He kissed her again, and her muscles quivered in response. “You’re beautiful. I saw that immediately. Any man who has a problem with the marks left by carrying a child,” he traced the faint scars—so pale and hardly noticeable if he hadn’t been looking for them—with a fingertip, “is a fuckwit.”
    She let out a shuddering breath, and her hands settled on his shoulders as she swayed forward.
    “And a few extra pounds?” He tutted, reaching around and kneading her arse roughly, then nuzzled happily against her stomach. “I don’t see that when I look at you. All I see is a woman I want to touch and taste...everywhere.”
    “Nathan...” Her voice cracked, and her grip tightened.
    He tilted his head back and looked up into her wide brown eyes. “Trust me on this, love. Nothing I see, or will see, is going to stop me from wanting you. I can promise you that.”
    She blinked rapidly. “Okay.”
    “Good. Now...” He let his hands fall to his sides and allowed his mind slot back to where it needed to be for what was to come. “Take the rest your clothes off. I’ve waited long enough to taste you.”

Chapter Four
    G od, this man...
    Meg took a deep breath and tried to push her insecurities way. For the most part, she was pretty well okay with her body, but Nathan was the first person she’d been with since Scott. And he’d played his part in how her body had changed over the years—and had never made comment or shown a hint of not wanting her or wanting her less because of any imperfections.
    Logically, she knew she was being ridiculous. Nothing Nathan said or did gave Meg the impression he had any issues with her physically—quite the opposite, actually—so she should get over it, get naked, and get sexed up by this amazing man. Of course, the fact it was him, the incredibly hot and fit neighbor she’d basically just met, only added to her nervousness. And it didn’t escape her notice he hadn’t answered her question about his age. Cue more anxiety. He was younger than she was, that much was clear, but how much? God, she’d die if he—
    “Meg.”
    She jolted, even though he hadn’t yelled. Hell, he’d hardly raised his voice, at all, but the steely tone yanked her out of her head and back into the bedroom with him.
    “Stop thinking so hard, and get naked.”
    He drew his sweater over his head and tossed it to the side. The white t-shirt molded to his torso, and Meg licked her lips at the enticing sight. She tried to quell the shaking of her hands as she reached back to undo the clasp of her bra. She shivered as the straps slithered down her arms. Once that was off, she decided quicker was easier—less time to think and obsess. She hooked her thumbs under her panties and shoved them down. They got caught on her boots, and she cursed under her breath. She carefully crouched and managed to remove the tangled scrap of cloth before moving to the boot’s zipper.
    “Leave them.”
    His snapped order