#Chapter 332 – Washed Away

My heart absolutely pounds in my chest as my mate kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. When his hands move to his belt next, deftly unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants, beginning to shove them to the floor, my mouth goes dry. And I forget to breathe. Because, I mean, up until now I have felt very brave. But quite suddenly I am on very, very new ground. And it’s quite scary here. Jackson feels my fear, probably hears the frantic thrum of my heart, and smirks at me as he straightens up, standing before me completely naked for the first time. And if there was any breath left in my lungs it would all woosh out at once because he is…he is one hell of a specimen. God damn it, but he’s gorgeous. I let my eyes move slowly all the way over him, from his beautiful face all the way down to his feet. And god, hell, but I’m pleased by what I see. “Breathe, Clark,” Jackson murmurs, stepping close to me and wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling my slick