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She’d had a baby. Her belly had the stretch marks to prove it. What if he didn’t like what he saw?

Landry touched a finger beneath her chin and tipped her face upward. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” she said. “I want this.”

“But?”

“I want you to like what you see,” she whispered. “I’m not a teenager with a perfect bikini body. I’m a mother. You’re familiar with a dad bod. Well, I have a mom bod.”

Landry chuckled. “You’re beautiful where it counts,” he said and bent to claim her lips.

Her doubts receded in a wash of desire. The longer he kissed her, the more impatient she became to feel his skin against hers.

When he finally came up for air, Camille pulled his shirt free of his waistband and shoved it up his torso.

Landry took it the rest of the way, tossing it across a chair while Camille jerked her top over her head and flung it, not caring where it landed. Desire-fueled adrenaline raced through her veins, feeding her desperation to be free of all clothes and naked with this man.

She fought with the buckle on his belt, her movements jerky.

He brushed her hands aside, unbuckled the belt and released the button on his jeans.

Camille gripped the tab on his zipper and eased it down, her breathing becoming more ragged as if she’d forgotten how to push air in and out of her body.

As the zipper lowered, his engorged cock sprang free.

Camille’s breath caught.

Dear, sweet pralines and cream.

The man was commando.

Her heart fluttered, and heat coiled at her core. Suddenly, she tore at the catches on her bra until she managed to free them.

Landry slipped the straps from her shoulders.

Camille unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and shoved them downward.

Big, callused hands slipped beneath the denim and helped the fabric glide over her hips and thighs. He bent, following them down to her ankles.

On his way back up, he pressed kisses to her inner thighs. He paused to hook his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and dragged them down.

She stepped free of her jeans and underwear and stood before him naked and about to feel self-conscious since he wasn’t.

Landry pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, fished a condom packet out of it, then tossed the wallet onto the nightstand. Then he shucked his jeans, kicking them to the side.

If she’d thought he was handsome fully clothed, holy hell.

Camille couldn’t catch her breath.

With his shoulders so broad, he filled the room with his presence. Muscles rippled across his chest and down his washboard abs.

Of their own accord, Camille’s hands reached out to touch his chest, his warm skin stretched taut over hard muscles.

He captured her hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss into her palm. “You can tell me to stop at any moment. I’ll respect your decision.”

Before Landry finished talking, Camille was shaking her head. “I don’t want you to stop. I want to take this all the way, to feel you moving inside me. To feel alive.” She took his hand and led him to the bed.

Landry scooped her up and laid her gently across the blanket, then lay down beside her.

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