“I’m sure I am.” He appeared in the doorway to his closet as I browsed around at his hanging clothes, mostly button-down shirts. He must have kept his work shirts in one of the drawers by my feet.

“Tiffany’s pretty excited. She thinks you’re ‘smokin’ and she regrets not waxing everything.”

“Is that so?”

I turned toward Fisher; his shoulder leaned against the door frame and his arms crossed over his bare chest. Of course, Tiffany was planning on all things with Fisher. How could any sane, single woman not think like that?

“Yes. That’s so.”

“Is that why you’re in my room? In my closet? To tell me about Tiffany’s grooming habits?”

I nibbled the inside of my cheek while running my hand down one of his long-sleeved button-downs. “Pretty much.”

“Well, thanks for the heads-up. I’ll keep that in mind tonight.”

I made my way to him, but he didn’t move to let me leave. He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer, so there were no more steps for either one of us to take.

My right hand lifted, feathering along his abs. They tightened even more under my touch.

The tips of my fingers met the top of his towel, pausing there as I lifted my gaze to his. His full lips parted, and the look in his eyes was pure sin.

“Don’t have sex with her tonight.” I couldn’t keep my eyes from averting to the side and then to my feet. I had no right to ask him for that favor. After all, it wasn’t like I was offering him anything.

“There’s a lot we can do without having sex. You know this.”

I wasn’t sure what ached more, my fractured heart or my nauseous stomach. My brave fingers tugged at his towel. It fell to the floor. Fisher didn’t flinch.

I had no clue what my plan was … I officially had the naked fisherman in front of me.

Completely naked.

Cock erect.

Eyes hooded.

Tongue slowly swiping his lower lip when I forced my gaze from his cock to his face.

“What now?” He smirked.

I had no clue, but my jealous mind drifted to partially waxed Tiffany. She wanted my naked fisherman.

“She can’t have you.” I tried to infuse confidence into my words, but I think it fell a little short of the mark.

“No?” He canted his head to the side.

“No.”

“What makes you so sure?”

I lowered to my knees, way out of my comfort zone. Way out of my own league of intimacy. And definitely scared out of my mind. I just … I wanted to be an adult with Fisher. I wanted to be a woman with him. And I didn’t want some hairless hussy meeting his needs.