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well, dropped since then. To add insult to injury, I rarely worked out over the winter months, and being that it was the middle of February, I was also ass-pale as well.
       But Trip didn’t seem to notice as he cupped my breast over my bra, testing its new weight, running his other hand over my curved hip, pulling me toward him for a kiss. Tongues entwined, I slid my palms over his bare chest to his shoulders, dropping his shirt to the floor as I kicked my dress away from my feet.
       He suddenly turned me in his arms, pulling my back against his front as he shoved my hair away and attacked my neck. I leaned into him, raising my arms to his hair, pulling his face in tighter against my skin as his hands went to my front, groping at my breasts and pressing himself against the small of my back. I did what any sane woman would do in that situation, which was to rise up on tiptoes so I could press my backside against the steel rod poking me from behind. He let out a groan and playfully shoved me over the footboard of his bed, my hands splaying out on the mattress to stop my fall as he pulled down my undies and gave me a slap on my ass.
       We both laughed when he smacked me, and I s tood up, shooting him a look. “Be nice, Chester.”
       He pulled me to him, unhooking my bra and replying, “I will be nice. But only for so long.”
       The wicked smile he aimed at me shot an electric charge down my entire length—my entire naked length—as I stood there, trying to not fidget while he looked me up and down.
       He was entirely way too clothed for my liking. It wasn’t fair.
       I went to unbutton his slacks when I noticed his abs, and stopped short. I mean, I had just stripped off his shirt, but I hadn’t yet really looked at him, you know?
       I took a step back and appraised the sight of the naked torso in front of me. He’d always had an amazing body, but Christ. Trip had gotten freaking ripped.
       I put my hands to my hips and asked, “Are you kidding me? What the hell is this?”
       My anger probably missed its mark, considering I was standing there totally nude. It’s hard to be taken seriously when you’re not wearing any clothes.
       He knew exactly what I was talking about and was trying to contain a smile as he asked, “What?”
       I rolled my eyes. “When did this happen? Jesus. Look at you! Give a girl a heads up about such a thing, huh?”
       That made the smile crack his features. “What? So I’ve been hitting it a little harder lately. I just came off a gladiator film and I’m starting a hockey flick in a few weeks. Occupational hazard, I guess.”
       “Yeah. A hazard to me , maybe! Here I am with my saggy ass and you’re standing there looking like Michelangelo’s David , you jagweed!”
       He stepped closer, grabbing my butt and pulling me into direct contact with what was assuredly going to be revealed as his perfect dick. He probably lifted weights with that thing, too. His cock probably possessed its own set of washboard abs.
       “Your ass,” he stated firmly, “along with the rest of you, is perfect .”
       I gave him a “ yeah right ” look.
       “It’s true,” he said. “If I was lying, then why haven’t I been able to take my eyes off you since you dropped the dress? I don’t think I ever want to see you wearing clothes again. I’ve been standing here plotting how to keep you naked twenty-four hours a day.”
       “Might be kinda hard to go back down to the party. Or the supermarket. Or church.”-to
       That made him chuckle. “Oh, it’ll be hard alright. In fact…” he pulled me against his hips again, “I’d say it already is.”
       “Wow, that was bad.”
       “I’ll show you bad.”
       “Stop talking, you retard! Just take off your damned pants already.”
       “I’ll show you retard.”
       “Oh my God.”
       His hands went to the belt at his waist, and then he slid his zipper down. Slowly. The