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.Darkness made the curve just below that thick, heavy muscle even more pronounced than it probably was, and the hint of sun turned his skin a color that kind of made her throat catch.It reminded her of freshly split oak, skirting close to gold but far too pale to really count.Yeah, that sounded right.It sounded insane, but it also sounded right.“I’ve already seen your famous penis.Thanks though.”“Sorry to tell you this, honey, but you haven’t.”“I have.You flashed it in that romantic movie with Louisa Firenze.”She didn’t think about what he’d flashed, however.She thought about Louisa, lovely and lissome.Those starlight eyes, that beautiful mouth.He’d kissed that mouth.He’d done all sorts of things to that mouth—things she couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard she tried.She was actually considering going outside to find a big brain-bludgeoning rock, when he saved her from herself.“It was a body double.”“Shut up,” she said, but the extra emphasis was more relief than anything else.Now she could focus on this crazy fact, instead of Louisa’s thighs wrapped around his head.“It was, I swear.”“You’re lying.”“Hand to God.”“Is it…is it because you have a micro one? I’m not judging.”She was glad he laughed in response.Not because it meant he probably didn’t—she’d have been glad if he did.A tiny little micro penis would have made him at least twenty percent less super fantastic than he already was, and that seemed like a good deal to her.But if she couldn’t have it, then she’d settle for him not being offended at the very least.She could hardly believe she’d asked, and was grateful for his amusement.It made her seem much less weird.As did his willingness to answer.“No.God no.I’m perfectly normal down there,” he said, and that made it even easier to relax into this conversation.It was okay to question his penis.He didn’t mind.In fact he seemed to relish her raised eyebrow and her little extra push.“You sure on that, chief?”“Well, okay.Maybe not perfectly normal.You know in that movie Shame when he’s wandering around with it dangling away and everyone did a collective gasp? It’s kind of like that.I have a lot of excessive dangle.And you just can’t show excessive dangle in a romantic drama.Arthouse only, for sudden shocking penis.”She wished she didn’t know what he was talking about.She wished she didn’t even know what a penis was at this current moment in time.But alas she did, and so now she had to do her very best to minimize the image in her head.“This is the most insane conversation I’ve ever had.Are you just trying to brag about your massive penis in a roundabout sort of way?”“I swear I’m not.This is the honest-to-God truth.”“I don’t believe you.”“You can peep if you want to.”“And get eaten by this supposed sea monster? No thank you.”“Come on.I need you to wash my back, anyway.”“What am I, your lackey?”It wasn’t the response she wanted to give.But it was the only solid refusal she could think of on short notice.A snorting laugh would have come out fake and full of inappropriate blushes, and storming off in a huff wasn’t the tone she wanted to strike.She wanted something funny and lighthearted, and came fairly close with lackey.Unfortunately, she also left the door open for his answer.“Okay…how about I beg you to wash my back, and tell you how much I’d love to have your hands on me, and if you’d only consider I’ll be in your debt forever.”Oh, his answer.Did he realize how he sounded, when he spoke like that? Was it intentional or just a side effect from years of doing love scenes he didn’t actually mean? She had to imagine it was the latter, but her insides wanted to tell her differently.Her insides were buying it hook, line and sinker.She almost swooned right off the toilet and into the tub, even though neither of those things were possible.Swooning wasn’t a real action, and the tub was around ten feet from her.She would have had to float for about a meter before getting anywhere close—something that seemed more possible as the moments ticked on.All she could currently think about was doing just as he’d said.Her hands, smoothing over those incredibly round and incredibly large shoulders.His skin against her skin, just rubbing and sliding through that sheen of soapy water…the thought alone was near hypnotic.It was more than near.It made her tell him something really stupid.“Maybe our minds are connected,” she found herself saying, in a voice that didn’t sound like her own.Somehow her tone had turned sleepy and hungry all at the same time, and it was obvious he could hear it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]