He’s getting naked, you idiot! Now shut up before he stops taking his clothes off!

“Getting naked, as requested.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he unbuttons his jeans. The slow tease has me in heavenly anguish, feasting on every newly exposed inch of his skin and hungry for more.

“Right now?” I ask, swallowing a lump in my throat.

Shut up! my brain screams at me. My heart is racing and there’s a growing ache between my thighs at watching Austin Jacobs strip in my living room.

“Right. Now.” He hooks his thumbs in his boxers before sliding them off slowly, making a show of his little striptease. I try to keep my eyes above his waist for as long as I can, which is all of half a second. Apparently I have no self-control when it comes to Austin. I lower my eyes to his manhood now on full display in front of me.

It is official. Austin Jacobs is a god and I’ve happily converted to the Church of Maverick.

Praise the lord and pass the condoms. Hallelujah!

“You doin’ okay over there?” he asks. There are no words left in my vocabulary. I’m incapable of formulating a response for several agonizing minutes. He’s undisturbed, confident as ever with his flawless naked self.

“Yep. Good for you.” What did I just say? I think I’m having a stroke. Is that burnt toast?

“Your turn.” Austin points at me with a panty-dropping smile while he literally asks me to drop my panties.

“I’m good.” I spin around and face back toward the empty kitchen, desperately hoping he’ll let it go.

Nope. He’s a dog with a bone. And by bone, I mean extremely large…bone.

Austin wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up off the bar stool like I don’t weigh a thing.

“Tonight’s lesson is getting comfortable in your own skin,” he says. He slips his hands under my shirt. I don’t stop him. I’m too distracted by the fact that he’s naked. And pressed up against my back.

And naked.

Thing number four I love about Austin—any time he’s naked.

He makes quick work of my clothes. His nimble fingers unhook my bra in one motion, sliding it off my body with a soft moan in my ear. He cups my breasts, teasing the nipples for a minute before he trails down my stomach to the button of my jeans.

Austin undressing me from behind, as if he’s an extension of myself, is incredibly sensual. I’m ashamed to think he’s going to find out how wet I already am for him, but I’m not capable of stopping him at this point. I’m not capable of remembering my own name right now.

Yep, must have been a stroke.