Page 41 of Nashville Lights

“That’s no excuse. I can assure you all three of them are getting off non-stop and around the clock.”

“Yeah. I used to feel like I was the harem manager as well as the band manager. At least before Travis and Vaughn found true love.”

“You haven’t been looking after yourself, sweetheart. You’ve put them before you.”

“Sounds like we both have the same problem.”

“We’re going to change that. Right now.”

That’s when I happen to glance down his body. His shirtis open and his jeans are unzipped and—Lord above. It doesn’t surprise me that Nate Boone is hugeeverywhere, but…

Holy Alpha Male, Batman.

Nate Boone is freaking…packing.

15

I rememberthe feel of him under me, in the barn the day I kissed him all those years ago. He’d pulled me onto him and the hard ridge of him electrified me.

I never forgot how good he felt.

How big he felt.

His sculpted, suntanned chest is dusted with hair now, and the six-pack of his abs are defined. The arrow line of dark hair and the muscular V framing his hips are quite literally mouth-watering.

But it’s his gigantic…manhoodthat holds all my attention.

It’senormous.

Hard as ridged stone and hot-looking.

My heart is beating fast.

Howthe hell will it fit?

“Don’t be scared of me. We can take it slow. If you’ve had enough?—”

“No.” I’ll never have enough of Nate Boone.

He bites back a smile, leaning back onto a muscular arm to give me time to adjust to how freaking colossal and turned on he is. A bead of moisture seeps from the broad tip of him and it’s…crazily alluring.

I did that.

“Can I…touch you?”

“You can do any damn thing you want to me, darlin’. I’m all yours.”

He’s mine.I’m wondering how I got so lucky. And I’m trying not to be intimidated by the sheer freakingsizeof him.

“Take these off.” I pull his shirt over his shoulders and he kicks off his jeans.

Wow.

Nate’s body is long and sculpted and lean. The proportions of him are somehow ideal. Except for one giant detail that’s maybe even larger than ideal for a newbie like me. Now I just need to figure out how to handle it.

I let my fingers brush against his insane pecs. When did he get so damnjacked? “D-do you work out?”

His grin is entertained. “Yeah, Tuck, I do. I have a home gym we haven’t quite gotten to yet on the tour. And I work like a dog day and night, both on the building sites and here on the farm. I’m used to doing a lot of physical work.”

---