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“Well, technically you’ve seen more of me than Luke will. I’ll be wearing my underwear in the photos.”

“Hmm. You do realize your brother’s going to kill me, right?”

I snorted. “Why is that?”

“Because, one”—he held up his index finger and started counting all the reasons why my brother would want to kill him, although I could’ve probably added a few more of my own—“some guy is going to see you in less clothes than your brother would approve of. Two, this guy isn’t your boyfriend. And three…if Liam had his way, no man would ever date you or see you naked. End of story.”

I reached up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Well, it’s been nice knowing you.”

“At least let me come with you so I can make sure the guy doesn’t try anything.”

“He’s not going to try anything.”

“Take it from a member of the penis-carrying club, he’s going to be thinking about it. He’s a man. That’s what we’re programmed to do…”

I could feel the smirk return to my mouth. “Does that mean if you come with me, you’ll be thinking of trying something while I’m partly naked?”

“Sweetheart, I’m always thinking of trying something with you, naked or not.” He traced the pad of his thumb against my lower lip. Heat flared between my legs. I nipped it gently between my teeth and he released a soft hiss. “You don’t even have to be in the same room as me for my thoughts to point in that direction,” he said, his voice a low, sexy rumble.

“All right,” I managed to say, my mind enjoying its own dirty thoughts. “You can come with me. But just so you know, I’m not Luke’s type. You’re probably more his type than I am.”

“Then I guess it’s just as well you’re the one posing semi-naked and not me.” The lecherous smile on Trent’s face was a whole new level of sexy. He threaded his hand with mine. “Come check my bread out.”

I barked a laugh. “Is that what you’re calling it now?” My free hand brushed against his package, hidden in his faded jeans.

He let go of my hand and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his body. I might have melted a bit. “Well, as tempting as it might be…” He pinched my ass and grabbed my hand again.

He led me into the kitchen and removed the tea towel from the cooling rack, revealing four small loaves of bread.

“You made those?” I glanced around, as if searching for the true creator of the loaves. On the far counter sat a large shiny mixer I’d never seen before. My gaze snapped back to him.

Grinning, he nodded. “I found a soup recipe online that sounded good, but it’s served in bread bowls. So I’ve been perfecting my bread-making skills. I was hoping you’d stay for dinner tonight.” He brushed his lips against my cheek. “I was hoping you’d stay the night.” The low, sexy rumble returned to his voice.

“I think that could be arranged,” I breathed. “But only because I want to try your soup.” I kissed him, which quickly turned heated—and dinner was temporarily forgotten.

But countertop sex? Definitely not overrated.

30

Kelsey

“Remember,” I said as Trent pulled up to Danielle’s house, two weeks after our conversation about the semi-nude photography, “you promised you’d be on your best behavior.”

His expression transformed into one best described as angelic. “I’m always on my best behavior.” Then he winked at me.

I groaned. If we had time, I’d remind him of a few of his transgressions when it came to his behavior, starting with the Viking.

As Trent parked his BMW, I released a nervous breath. I wasn’t sure which was worse: modeling first or having an audience of one. Sure, Trent had seen a lot more of me than he would be seeing during the photo shoot, but that was different.

I rubbed my sweaty palms against my thighs.It’s no big deal. You won’t be naked. It’s no different than when you’re wearing a bikini at the beach.

Except my bikini was boring.

It was nothing like my satin and lace underwear.

Once out of the car, Trent reached for my hand and we walked down the path alongside Danielle’s house. The warmth of his skin against mine eased my nervousness. A little.

I led him to the large wooden building that resembled an oversized shed in the backyard. Danielle’s studio. I knocked on the door and entered. Luke, who was fiddling with a studio light, looked toward me and smiled.