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It’s only when Hattie cups her breasts in her hands that I break eye contact.
Because goddamn.
Not even that day in the store shed prepares me. She is pure beauty, sweetness, and eroticism from head to fucking toe.
“Hattie…”
I want to say more—I want to say everything—but the rough purr of her name is all I can manage.
I can’t explain it, but seeing her like this—all of her loveliness freely shared—does something to me. It’s as though I get to witness everything Hattie—everything I know and adore about her—all at once.
Body and soul.
It levels me like a wrecking ball.
I don’t stand a fucking chance.
Not one thing I’ve done in my life makes me worthy of this—this gift she is giving me. Her essence.
But even if I don’t deserve her, I’ll be damned if I let her regret sharing herself with me.
“I want to give you everything.”
But what I really mean is…
I want to give you myself.
Take all of me.
I am yours.
And then I prove it.
Chapter Twenty
HATTIE
The most unbelievable thing is happening.
Beck is staring at me the exact same way I stared at him when he stripped off that robe.
Worshipfully.
“I want to give you everything,” he says, and there’s this pang of longing in his voice as though he’s not sure I’ll let him.
He must be daft.
His gaze pours over my body. When it settles on the thatch of curls between my legs, he licks his lips. My nipples go so tight they ache.
So I cup my full breasts, and his focus snaps back to them.
“Just a suggestion,” I say, my voice coming out as dry as parchment, “you could start here.”
Beck falls on me with a growl. And when his mouth claims one breast, my head knocks back onto the pillow.
“Sweet God, that feels good!”
And, shit, that was loud. We might be alone in here, but there are still hundreds of people on the grounds, and we’re not that far from the pool, so I need?—
