Her lips twitched like she might smile any second. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up. I'm sorry I went off on a rant about my family."
"Don't worry about it. Seemed like you really needed to get all that off your chest." I looked down at her chest, at those sexy tits barely hidden inside her tank top. "And I'd be happy to help you out by getting that shirt off your chest too."
She laughed, the sound completely feminine and melodic, like tiny bells tinkling.
First, I talked to my dick. Now, I was thinking about tinkling bells. Time to get off that track before my balls derailed for good and I turned into a girl.
It was also way past time I told her the truth about me.
"So," I began, in a not-at-all lame way, "are you really cool with the nudity? You can handle seeing more people in the buff?"
"Yes, I can handle it. You don't have to worry about me shrieking and fainting in your arms again." She crossed her heart with one finger. "Promise."
"Hey, I didn't mind the fainting in my arms part. But if you're really sure, there's something I need to tell you. Or maybe I should just show you."
"I'd love to see whatever it is you want to show me. I trust you, Ollie."
"You've known me for barely more than a day."
"Doesn't matter. I trust you."
"Well, uh..." I straightened, scratching the back of my head. "I kind of---Well, I didn't quite lie to you, but I wasn't completely upfront about something."
Mara sat up too, hitting me with a sweet smile. "Considering how much I freaked out when I first got here, I don't blame you for holding back anything."
"You really are the nicest girl I've ever met." I let my gaze travel down her body and back up again. "And the hottest girl I've ever met."
She waved her hands in a come-on gesture. "Tell me whatever it is. Or show me. Whichever."
"Okay." I got up and took off my shirt, trying not to smirk when her eyes widened and she bit her lip. When I ditched my pants and stood naked in front of her, I spread my arms wide. "I'm a naturist, Mara."
Her tongue slipped out to moisten her lips, and her gaze seemed to have stalled slightly south of my hips. "Oh. I see. No underwear? Whew, I really see."
"And you're okay with it?"
She nodded her head so vigorously her ponytail flopped around. "Absolutely."
I was so relieved my shoulders sagged.
Her tongue darted out again, and she looked up at me with her lips curled into the sexiest little smile I'd ever seen. "Can we get it on now?"
Chapter Nine
Mara
Ollie naked. Wow, wow, wow, he was hot. Maybe he didn't have an outrageously ripped physique all the movie stars did these days, but Ollie Jackson had more sex appeal than any of them. His chest offered enough muscles to make me want to run my fingertips over every single one of them, followed by my tongue. I wanted to taste his skin. Run my hands over those biceps, where they bulged a touch, enough to offer visual proof of how strong he'd be in bed. Strong and agile. A man who did yoga? Damn, that was the hottest thing ever---and he'd know all the best moves, the ones that required dexterity and agility. And those thighs. Powerful, but not overdone. I wanted to feel every sinew flexing while he thrust into me.
But I could not overlook the most incredible part of him.
His dick hung semi-hard, the shaft thick and long and sleek. No one would ever guess, seeing him with his clothes on, that he concealed one impressive package down there. The crown was reddening, the length swelling and rising.
"Your turn," Ollie said.
Sometimes, when a man wanted to have sex, I got embarrassed about undressing. Worried about what they'd think of my body. Not with Ollie. He'd already seen me au naturel, but even if he hadn't, I would never feel shame with him. He was sweet and sexy, strong and tender, all the best combinations of everything.
I stood and pulled my tank top off over my head, then stripped off my bra. Cool air teased my naked skin, but the way my nipples hardened had less to do with the air temperature than the gorgeous man standing proudly nude in front of me. I shimmied out of my yoga pants, dragging my panties down with them.
Ollie ran a hand over his mouth. "Mara, you're so damn beautiful."
"Thank you." I moved closer, splaying my palms on his chest. "You're the hottest man I've ever seen."
He slung an arm around my waist, tugging me into his body, his erection caught between us. "Time to show you the second thing I rock at."
"What's the first thing?"
"My tech skills."
I skated my palms across his chest in slow circles. "Wow. Hot and smart. I'm impressed."
"Wait till you see the second thing." He cradled my face in one hand and kissed me, slowly, deeply, with such erotic skill that I moaned. His eyes were hooded when he murmured in a sexy rumble, "Actually, it's more of a sensory experience than a visual one. An immersive sensory experience."
A tingle raced over my skin, and I couldn't breathe. The thought of having sex with Ollie got me more excited than I'd ever been before.
He ducked around me to pull the covers off the bed, then picked me up and laid me down on the soft mattress and the silky sheet.
I spread my fingers over the fabric, loving the smooth texture of it. "These sheets feel so good on my skin."
"You feel so good on my skin." Ollie grabbed his pants off the floor and dug a condom out of the pocket. He tossed it onto the table. "Can't wait till I'm inside you."
"Please, Ollie, hurry."
He straddled
