I try to worm out from underneath him, working every angle, but his solid body is everywhere. There’s no escape except to give him what he wants.

“Fine. Mercy, Austin! Mercy.”

Austin sits back, making a point of admiring every inch of my exposed body. It takes all the willpower I have not to cover myself under his intimate examination.

“Good,” he declares with a sexy smile before strutting back into the kitchen.

Thing number five I love about Austin—that damn naked strut.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Austin

Cooking naked has its challenges, especially with the raging hard-on I’m sporting after having Elizabeth writhing naked under me. That’s not the way I’d prefer to make her scream my name, but it’ll do for now. At least I get to watch her sexy naked ass all night.

She hasn’t moved off the couch. She’s doing some sort of breathing exercises. Either she’s quietly repeating “Loosey-goosey” to herself or I’m going crazy. It’s cute she uses the little catchphrase I taught her, but I don’t dare let on I can hear her. Something tells me my Goose would rather die than admit I was right. She’s a willful little thing. I thought she might actually pass out from being tickled before she finally caved.

“What’s for dinner?” she asks from across the kitchen island, having finally walked over while my back was turned.

She isn’t covering herself per se, but she’s sitting down and leaning forward with hunched shoulders, clinging to as much modesty as she can. I’ll let her get away with it.

For now.

“My favorite thing to put my mouth on, tacos,” I answer, earning me an eye-roll. I can’t help but laugh. That saucy eye-roll is even cuter when she’s naked.

“Can I ask you something…personal?” She fidgets with a dish towel on the counter, folding and unfolding it repeatedly. My shoulders tense immediately, but I don’t answer. “It’s just that I’m feeling kind of vulnerable here. You know, all exposed. So I thought it might help if you felt a little exposed too.”

“I’m as naked as the day I was born. How much more exposed do you need me to be, Goose?”

“That’s different. You’re comfortable with your body.” Her hungry eyes eat me up and I have to smile.

“Let me get this straight. You want to ask me questions to make me uncomfortable emotionally? Because you’re uncomfortable physically?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“And you expect me to say yes to that?”

“Yeah, basically. Please?”