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I gasped.

Froze.

Blinked.

Stone was naked. In my bathroom, naked as the day he was born, a towel draped over one golden, muscular thigh. I knew I should have looked away, should have made some cursory attempt to cover my eyes.

But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t look away from the beautiful sight he made in all his naked glory. Water dripping down his shoulders, putting a mouthwatering sheen on the tattoos on his chest. Those I’ve seen before. But my gaze focused in on a new tattoo, one I hadn’t seen, some sort of text down the left side of his torso.

The writing stopped just before the tantalizing vee that drew my gaze down to places I shouldn’t have been looking, but I couldn’t turn away. His smooth skin, the dusting of hair that now clung to his chest, his thighs, his trail to paradise. He’s goddamn gorgeous.

I mean, of course Stone was gorgeous, I knew that. But I didn’t realize that he was a certified hunk underneath his athletic gear. I didn’t know that he was so…blessed in the cock department.

The cock department. Oh hell. I gasped and jumped back, but still my gaze was fixed on the long, thick column of flesh that wasn’t quite hard, but it definitely wasn’t flaccid.

“Oh, crap. Shit, I mean shoot. Sorry.”

Stone looked up with a playful smile on his face, hands lightly wrapped around the towel draped over his thigh. “Hey Soph.”

Hey Soph? Did he really just ‘Hey Soph,’ me? As if he was supposed to be naked in my bathroom, looking like a sex dream I fully planned to have as soon as my head hit the pillow? Instead of any one of those questions coming out of my mouth, all I managed was a strangled, gurgling sound.

“Can I, uh, help you with something?” He flashed a crooked smile that I felt down to my toes, even more so when his gaze slid down my body—my nearly completely naked body—with a dark smile that sent a shiver down my spine. My gaze, finally, left his and I glanced down at myself, clad in nothing but a pair of purple lace panties. It wasn’t even my sexy purple panties.

Another weird strangled sound came from deep in my throat, but this time I refused to be distracted by his hotness. His gloriously wet, naked, well-muscled body.

“This is my bathroom Stone! What are you doing in here?”

His dark brows dipped into a frown. “I sent you a message that I was running late and needed to get cleaned up here, so you wouldn’t be startled.” I didn’t move, didn’t say a word and his smile kicked up another notch. “I’ll be done in a minute, so you can, ah, hop in the shower.” His gaze slid down to my breasts again and I fumbled to cover them, doing a piss poor job since I had too much breasts and too little hands. “Christ, Soph!”

“It’s not like I can help it, Stone!” I glared at him, realizing that I might sound a tad unreasonable, but we were both naked, or mostly naked, together in my bathroom. His cock had started to move, to grow and thicken right before my very eyes.

Oh sweet lord! I gasped and turned, taking a big step out of the bathroom. “I’ll have a shower in the guest bathroom. Like you should have done!” I slammed the door behind me, his laughter ringing in my ears until I was safe in the other bathroom. Alone.

I turned the shower as hot as I could stand it and stood there with my eyes closed tightly, until I no longer saw my best friend looking like a Greek god. Or a porn star.

The water turned warm before that happened, so I gave up and blindly reached for the body wash, pouring it my hands and lathering my body with it until a familiar smell permeated my nostrils.

“Oh hell!” It was Stone’s body wash, and it was earthy and masculine, like sandalwood and pine. The same as his shampoo, his shampoo that made his thick brown hair all shiny and wavy and it smelled like the ocean. “Stone!”

His chuckle sounded a lot closer than I expected, scaring the crap out of me. The door handle turned and I held my breath, waiting for him to step inside. “You called?”

“There are no dang towels in here!”

“I know,” he said a moment before his hand slid through the shower curtain with a towel dangling from his fingertips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You were too busy ogling my naked body.” I could hear the humor in his voice, but I was too embarrassed, too turned on, to laugh about it at the moment.

“Very funny, Stone.” The words were practically an incoherent growl as I wrapped the towel tight around my body, as tightly as I could. “You have clothes on, don’t you?”