Page 57 of Take My Name

But when I lift my head, I’m met with Warren’s bare ass.

“Oh shit,” the words fall out of my mouth at the same time he turns and shows me a whole lot more of him.

I’m frozen as I take in all of his skin and muscles, and it takes a few more seconds before I realize he doesn’t cover himself.

Is that…a piercing?

Warren clears his throat and my gaze snaps to his.

“Sorry, I—” I finally spin around, but it’s too late—the image of his half-erect pierced cock is forever burned into my brain.

That’s anewpiece of jewelry. If he’s not been with anyone except me, why would he getthatpierced? Better yet, why am I wondering what it’d feel like inside me?

I mentally slap myself.

“You were takin’ a while, so I figured there was time to change before you came out,” he explains.

“Yeah, no, of course. I didn’t mean to take so long, but I fell in love with your showerhead, and well, we’re quite friendly now.”

He chuckles, then a drawer opens and closes. “You can turn around now.”

I squeeze my eyes, my cheeks flaming hot, and cover my eyes before facing him. Peeking through my fingers, I make sure he’s decent before I drop my hand. He’s in gray joggers, which is somehow worse.

That’s a man’s slutty version of a miniskirt.

No way he doesn’t know it concealsnothingin the crotch area or the outline of his barbell.

And now he’s caught me lookingthere, twice.

“Um…” I clear my throat, unable to meet his gaze. “Do you have a hamper for towels?”

“In my closet, but I can take ’em,” he offers, putting on a plain white T-shirt before rounding the bed. My breath hitches as he approaches.

Why am I having this kind of reaction when we’ve slept together countless times? I’m familiar with every inch of him.

But his bodynowis not his body from years ago.

No. I need to snap out of it. Warren’s much more than his physical appearance, but Jesus Christ, it doesn’t hurt.

“You alright?” he asks once he’s in front of me, grabbing the towels from my grip.

“Yeah!” My eyes shoot to his too quickly and are too wide. There’s no way he didn’t see me checking him out.

“Here, let me get that for ya…” His thumb wipes underneath my bottom lip. “Had a little drool.”

My mouth parts to say something, but then the asshole winks and walks away.

Instead of trying to defend myself, because I can’t, I follow Warren to the kitchen and find Bellamy sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Finally! This jerk wouldn’t cut into the cheesecake until you came out.”

I chuckle nervously. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Warren says in his deep, rough voice. “Freeloader number four shouldn’t even be here.”

“Hey!” Bellamy scowls. “Bodie’s more of a freeloader than me.”

“I’d say it’s a tie,” Warren counters. “You’re just more annoyin’ about it.”