Biting her lip, she teased another button open on his shirt, and then leaned in to kiss the small bit of flesh exposed. He was wearing an undershirt beneath his button-up, but above the fabric, she could see a bit of thick chest hair. He was brawny and raw in all ways, her Hank, right down to his chest.

God, she’d never been so turned on by the sight of a hairy chest in her life. But this right now? This was absolutely doing it for her. Becca made a humming noise of pleasure in her throat, then slid one leg over his thigh until she was straddling him again, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way and pulled it free.

He immediately sat up and pulled the shirt over his head, then flung the clothing aside and lay back down.

“Oh wow,” she breathed, gazing down at the muscled expanse before her. There wasn’t an inch of Hank that wasn’t rock hard, tanned, and ever-so-slightly hairy. She’d never been into a man with so much hair before, but it just made him seem a little more savage and untamed than a smooth chest would have, and she loved it. Becca leaned in, curling her fingers in the crisp hair, and then let her hand trail down his chest, her fingertips moving through the creases of his muscles. The man had freaking obliques, for goodness’ sakes, the vee disappearing into the waist of his jeans. He was literally hard everywhere.

Everywhere.

Her gaze slid down to the thick bulge inside his jeans. It was just as enormous as the rest of him, if the outline that met her gaze was to be believed. And, oh mercy, she was having fun with this. He was like a package that kept on giving. With a little humming noise, Becca reached for his belt and worked it free, then pulled it through the loops and flung it aside. Hank was breathing hard, his hands clenched at the sides of the bed, almost as if he were afraid to touch her.

Like he might want that too much.

Becca took his hand in hers once more and kissed his palm. It was rough and weathered, just like the rest of him, but it was also a turn-on. She knew what those calluses felt like against the insides of her thighs, against the slickness of her folds, and she loved the way they felt. With another quick kiss to his palm, she placed it on her breast and rubbed it against his hand. “Touch me while I touch you.”

He groaned like a man in pain. “Becca, baby . . .”