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having him see me naked was once again worrisome. What if he wouldn’t like my boobs? And all the not firm parts. And those ugly dimples on my thighs. Shit, I needed to get in shape. And that stubborn demon gut.
    “You’re beautiful Tasha.”
    I jerked my gaze to his then shook my head a little, worrying at my lip. “What if you don’t like the way I look?”
    He lowered his head and nibbled softly at my lips until I moaned. I tensed as his hand slid up my dress and stroked over those parts I hated most. “You’re beautiful I said. ” He slipped his finger right into my wet folds, stealing my breath . “ Don’t’ argue with me.”
    H is tongue slipped into my mouth and mimick ed his finger in its exploration. Slow, teasing, and searching.
    I raked my nails over his shoulders as passion ignited, moving through my hips , making me push into his hand for more.
    “ Mmmm , yes. In the shower.” H e stroked my tongue with his . “ I want you there. I want to make you call my name…” H e sucked my lip gently between his. “…while you come all over m e .” He shoved his finger in deep and flicked rapidly . “From right here.”
    A fast moving fire spread through my body and Morgan drew his head up and watched .
    Good Lord. I whimpered as I imagined his insanely arousing words .
    He slowly pulled his finger out. “Is that a yes?”
    I gasped and looked at him, feeling feverish. “How about…you go. And I’ll meet you?”
    He grinned and the sight of it niggled in my memory. Maybe I ’d seen him at Wal-Mart on one of my few outings. Or maybe he just had a familiar face. I wanted to figure it out, it was embarrassing to think that he might know me and not be saying. Maybe even seen the frumpy side of me . Shame burned my cheeks.
    But d ressing sexy had only lead to heart ache , be cause my husband never seemed to even notice . S o why bother?
    He got up from the bed and stood shameless in his naked glory. “I’ll get the water ready.”
With that he walked off and I smiled at seeing he still wore his black socks. He sure looked good in those socks.

Chapter Six
     
    Two minutes later, I sat at the edge of the bed, working up the nerve.
    “Water’s ready,” he called.
    Shit. “Coming.”
    H i s deep chuckle made heat sw im through my belly. I forced my self up and went into the bathroom. He peeked his head out of the curtain as I slid a strap off my dress. I paused with wide eyes. “Privacy?”
    He raised his brows and gave a half grin, no doubt at how stupid that was when I was about to climb in there with him. “Of course.” He pulled his head back in.
    I quickly took the dress off and snatched a towel from the bath bar and wrapped in it. Another deep breath and I opened the curtain at the backside of the tub. Morgan was rinsing soap o f f his body a nd I got to admire the rear view for a few seconds before he turned and presented the front. Definitely his finer side.
    “You made it.”
    I raised my eyes to his, flushing. The towel clearly humored him. Could’ve been worse.
    “I’ve never seen anybody shower with a towel.”
    I clutched the top with both hands , making sure it was nice and tight. “I’m…shy is all.”
    He stepped forward until he towered just before me . I stared at his chest and lowered my eyes to the dark hair running down the center of his abs. Laid so p retty on his tanned skin.
    He tilted my face up with a finger. I swallowed , forcing my self to meet his tickled gaze, wishing I didn’t feel so damn in ferior . Didn’t need to be nervous.
    His slipped one hand around my back and pressed me to his body. Then with his other hand, he lifted my leg up along his, pressing my now exposed heat to his hard leg. His hand at my lower sealed us tightly. The twinkle in his eyes left as heat dilated his pupils. His mouth descended on mine with a hunger .
    The momentum of his kiss forced me to abandon my iron hold on the towel and wrap my arms around his neck. While his tongue