Chapter Eleven He’d undressed almost entirely before Savannah even stood from the couch. She’d seen him n***d before, but the experience seemed very different this time around. When she’d walked in on him changing, she’d felt bold and he’d seemed bashful. This time, Savannah was the blushing babe. His chest was so white and his n*****s were so pink. If she hadn’t been so close to him, she’d never have known he had any chest hair at all—it was even blonder than the hair on his head. When Eric dropped his pants, Savannah tried to look away, but her gaze kept flitting back to his c**k. She’d jerked him off, and in public no less, but she hadn’t gotten a close look at that bad boy. Reaching out, she skimmed its satin underside with her fingertips. The muscles in Eric’s abdomen ripple