Chapter 64

“Let me know if something feels uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” He gave me a slight nod and I let my hands roam. I pulled the polo shirt out of his pants. Snuck my hands under the fabric and let out a happy whimper when my palms made contact with his hairy belly. His mouth fell open as I spread my fingers wide. “Can I take off this one, too?” I tugged on the shirt.

“Yeah. And…you, too?”

“Sure! Race you!” I fisted the back of my sweater and yanked it over my head. He caught on and we ripped off our clothes and dropped them on the floor without bothering to see where they landed.

The ridiculousness of the flying garments made Beckett’s tension drain away. He chuckled as he yanked off his socks but hesitated with the hands on the waistband of his boxer briefs.