He hadn’t said anything about hiding his assets from her.
Vince positioned himself as he’d described, and Lace held up the towel.
Looking her straight in the face, he grinned and brazenly shucked off his one and only piece of clothing.
Lace couldn’t help it. Her gaze moved downward, and…
Holy hell.
The man was hard. And built. With his impressive staff jutting out proudly in front of his flat stomach.
“I think it likes you,” he bit out, his amusement tinged with a bit of…lust?
But he didn’t move. He let her look her fill.
“I think I likeit,” she responded, licking her lips.
In response, the member under scrutiny bobbed up and down, and a small droplet of excitement leaked out.
Lace’s mouth watered. She wanted to taste him so badly.
She must have started to drop to her knees, because Vince stopped her with a harsh intake of breath.
‘Uh, uh. Grossness,” he reminded her, hissing as she licked her lips. “But if you’re game, later, you can take care of that.”
Do birds fly?
Vince walked forward into the towel, barely able to contain his cock as it brushed up against Lace through the thin material which, besides her clothes, was the only thing separating them.
“Hurry,” she told him, pressing her pelvis forward.
Was that her voice? All dark and needy?
“You got it,” Vince agreed, sounding the same.
They both practically ran to their respective vehicle doors, slamming each to sit inside, breathing hard.
“We could have been in bed already,” Vince groused as he started the truck. “Did I mention I’m going to kill my brothers?” he growled, pulling out onto the street.
“Don’t do it on my account,” Lace countered, all zapping nerve-ends as they neared the denoument of the day. “The show you just put on…all of it, from diving to….” She pointed at his monolithical towel. “…your sexy reveal? That was the best foreplay I’ve ever had.”
Vince raised a brow and moaned. “Geeze, Lace. You’re making this too easy.Clearly, you’ve been with the wrong men.” He turned to her with promise in his eyes. “Do you know what this means?”
“No. What?” she bit.
“That I guarantee ouractual foreplayis going to be better than any sex you’ve ever had.”
Yes. Please.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Vince’s hands actually shook as he drove home, which was something he couldn’t ever remember happening. Not with any previous dates or hook-ups. Not even when deployed with his SEAL team.
There was just something about the anticipation of having sex with this woman he loved, that was shaking him to the core.
He wanted to make it good for her. Extra special.
But he wasn’t quite sure what the rules might be. Would Lace want him to touch her breasts? Her nipples? Or would she be self-conscious, and want his entire focus on her lower regions?