Chapter 11

“I can see that.” I could also see his naked chest. His prominent collarbones with the deep hollows that I’d loved to lick and suck, his pebbled nipples that were so sensitive even just breathing got himmoaning, and—oh my God and baby Jesus—his treasure trail, starting at the belly button and disappearing into my shorts.

He was torturing me. I wanted to scream at him to put on a shirt, but at the same time, I was afraid I’d bawl my eyes out if he covered up all that beauty. What I wanted was to fall to my knees by his feet, fan out my fingers on his stomach, and bury my face in that glorious black hair.

“Juju?”

“What?”

“Are you okay? You look…agitated.”

Rolling my shoulders, I forced myself to look away. “I’m fine.” I prepared his tea and put it on the tiny table I’d crammed into the corner of my kitchen. “Sit. I hope you’re hungry.”