Chapter 24
GEORGIA
I was down to my bra and panties. Mac stepped back to stare. He ran his thumb across his lower lip as he looked me over from head to toe.
I’d been hot until now. Too hot. Too needy to even think things through.
Mac was seeing me. Almost all of me and while my gray panty set had pretty lace and mesh, it didn’t hide all of my imperfections.
I raised my hands, then lowered them, then raised them, alternating back and forth like windshield wipers across my body.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
His shirt was gone. His belt hung open. Same with his jeans.
The little V there showed plaid boxers. Of course he had no idea what the matter was because he had an insane body.
While he wasn’t more than six feet tall, he had thick muscles.
There was no question he worked out. He had to be fit as a firefighter and he no doubt was a leader not only on the job but as an example for overall fitness.
He was the perfect calendar model. He was… perfect.
While I didn’t want to think of Art while I was standing in my underwear ogling Mac, I had to take one moment to compare.
Art was officially scrawny. With a paunch.
His chest hair was a little mangy. No muscle tone.
He was… pathetic all around. Why had I been upset in losing him? I couldn’t remember now.
I was blinded by the Mac’s washboard abs and V thingy that led to a huge dick. I hadn’t seen it and couldn’t say for fact, but this guy? Big dick energy meant big dick.
Then there was me. How was he even here with me? Was it because I was easy? Well, I was for him. Also, easy access. I was staying over his garage. But–
“I’ve never seen so much thinking going on. And what are you doing with your arms?” he asked. “Don’t go all shy on me now.”
I looked up from his abs and met his gaze. “I… um, well, it’s been a while, and the last guy I was with–my ex-husband–dumped me for his secretary.” I wasn’t telling him he married and impregnated her, probably on the same day. Standing here vulnerable and naked was enough.