He sat her on the edge of the bed then stood in front of her. When he stripped off his shirt, her jaw dropped.Dear. God.Ropes of corded muscles, hard lines of strength, sex, and everything in between covered his body. He had some chest hair, enough to enhance the beauty of his ink, but not too much.And, sweet baby Jesus, his ink.

She kissed him softly, her eyes closed as her body finally relaxed. "I love you," she whispered. "I'm an idiot.""Well, yes, but you're adorable when you're an idiot."She punched him in the shoulder. Hard. "Patronizing much?

Just marry her, already. Okay? I like her a lot. She's pretty, and she smells nice.

Austin cupped her face then sighed. "I'm so glad you came into the shop that morning.""You were an asshole, but I love you anyway.""Legs, I'm still an asshole, but I love you too.

He might be older than hr, but her hormones didn't care. No, they screamed 'fuck yeah, let's ride.' Her nipples tightened and she thanked God she'd worn a bra that morning. Talk about embarrassing if that was the first thing he's see.

She wanted this man. Now. Later. More than once.