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woman of her endowments. But it, too, was wet, making it transparent. Noah could see the outline of her rosy nipples showing through.
    He was busy staring and trying to rein in his lust when Grace jerked away, turning her back on him and hunching her shoulders.
    Because he’d drowned his anger in drink, his damn reflexes were slow, and Noah stood there a moment trying to decide what had happened. By the time he realized she was actually hiding from him, it was too late. Grace reached behind her and flapped an impatient hand. “Give me the shirt.”
    There was a strange quiver to her tone, what sounded far too close to embarrassment to suit Noah.
    Somehow, he’d find a way to make her understand her own appeal.
    He handed her the tee and said, “Get rid of the bra, too.” Yeah, all of it. He cleared his throat, but even to his inebriated ears, he still sounded far too turned on. “You’re soaked down to your skin, Grace, and I don’t want you to catch cold.”
    And if she believed that, he’d sell her a bridge.
    Grace froze, clutching the T-shirt in her small fists. Then, with a contortionist’s dexterity, she pulled it over her head without losing her fragile grip on the sweater. Beneath the cover of the tee she stripped out of her bra and finally removed the wet sweater—without showing Noah a single speck of additional flesh. She dropped the sweater and her bra over the arm of a bedside chair.
    Noah quirked a brow, amused and also disgruntled that he hadn’t gotten to see her. He felt drunker by the moment. And hotter. “Now the skirt.”
    Grace peeked at him over her shoulder, and he saw her cheeks were hot with color. But she had guts, his Gracie. She kicked off her shoes, then bent to pick them up and place them neatly by the door. With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she reached beneath the skirt and peeled out of her panty hose. She folded them and put them with the shoes.
    Unknowingly, she provided Noah with a tantalizing strip show that nearly did him in. His testicles tightened, and his blood surged.
    Noah locked his knees and said, “Go on.”
    Because he was so much taller, his T-shirt hung to mid-thigh on her, half covering the long loose skirt. She’d put it on over her wet clothes and now it was damp, too. It also molded to her breasts, and the second Noah noticed that her nipples were pressed tightly against the cotton, he nearly lost it.
    Grace walked to the other side of his bed, where Noah couldn’t see the bottom half of her, and reached back to slide down her zipper. She watched his face while he watched her body. Her movements thrust her breasts forward, made her nipples even more noticeable. He could almost taste her in his mouth, feel the texture of her against his tongue.
    In a growl, Noah asked, “Why are you hiding from me, Grace?” He had his suspicions, but he wanted to hear her say it to be sure.
    She pursed her mouth and shimmied the skirt down her fleshy thighs. Soft, silken, fleshy thighs. Noah wanted to feel those thighs high on his shoulders, or better yet, against his jaw while he tasted her….
    “I’m fat.”
    His head jerked up, all thoughts of devouring her temporarily scattered. “What the hell did you say?”
    Grace frowned and dropped the skirt over the footboard of the bed. Cheeks warm, her eyes soft, she faced him in nothing more than his white T-shirt and panties. Her wet hair streamed over her shoulders, her feet pressed together, she said, “You’re not blind, Noah. You’ve known me three years.”
    “Yeah, so?”
    “So you know I’m fat.”
    Anger ripped through him. It wasn’t at all like what he’d felt when confronting his grandmother and Kara and her parents. No, this was the real thing, singing through his veins, firing his blood.
    Through a red haze, Noah surveyed Grace, and all he could think about was getting his hands on her. All of her. “Who says?” he growled.
    She tilted her head in confusion. “No one has to say. I have a