Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
“And I told you they can’t.” I step closer. “If you didn’t think so, too, you’d be naked and washing already.”
We’ve grown up. Everything is different. I’ve always loved her, but now…
Her gaze flits to me and then down, and I can see her chest rising with big breaths. I should just let her off the hook. I knew she would fold. I didn’t actually want to trick her into a shower together, but…
She crosses her arms at her waist, grabs the hem of her tank top, and lifts it over her head. Raising her eyes to me, she tilts up her defiant little chin and drops the shirt to the floor. A gleam brightens her eyes.
It takes everything not to smile back because my heart is swimming and my body is stirring at everything I see, even as I keep my eyes pinned to her face. The pink of the lace—like bubblegum. The golden skin of her stomach and her chest, and her breasts held in cups with flowery trim. Nothing like I thought Dylan would wear.
A lock of hair snakes over her collarbone, down her pretty skin, and I finally lower my eyes, watching it curl over her breast, the flesh underneath looking soft and full.
“You next,” she says.
I meet her eyes again. “My shirt’s already off.”
I let a small smile out now, and to her credit, she doesn’t fight me. As she unfastens her jeans, I feel my groin ache with heat, watching her push her pants down her thighs, and then shimmy a little until they drop to the shower floor.
I almost groan, but I close my mouth and force my breathing to slow as she steps out of them, shoving them to the side with her foot. Her black underwear looks like the bottom half of a string bikini, connected just below her hips on both sides with a thin strap. In my head, I hear it rip in my hand.
It takes a moment, but when she just stands there, I remember it’s finally my turn. I pull open my fly and drop my pants, almost wishing I weren’t wearing briefs. I feel more vulnerable than if I’d just gone for broke and shocked the hell out of her by wearing absolutely nothing underneath. I don’t look down to see what she sees. I know I’m hard. I can feel it trying to grow through the fabric.
“Have you ever seen a naked girl before?” she asks me. “I mean, other than the ones who play against the cars with Farrow and the other guys?”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes falter. “Who?”
I tip my head back, wetting my hair. “The first one or the last one?”
Her big eyes narrow, and she frowns. I keep my smile contained.
She’s the only one I’ve ever seen naked, other than Weston’s public displays.
She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra.
I tilt my head back up, my arms weak as I smooth my hair back over the top of my head and watch her.
“You don’t have a girlfriend right now, do you?” she asks me as she works the hooks.
I watch the straps on her shoulder, waiting for them to go lax. Do I have a girlfriend? No. I shake my head.
The pink bra loosens, and she peels it off, her breasts spilling out for me. I suck in a breath, and the bra disappears. I don’t know where.
“No one’s ever seen me naked,” she whispers.
Jesus, she’s beautiful. Pink nipples already hard, the curves of her flesh perfect, and I’m dying to touch her. I want to feel her in my hands.
Dylan stands there, steam billowing around her wet skin, and she starts to raise her arms but then lowers them again, resisting the instinct to cover herself.
I’ve seen her naked before, but this is the first time she’s aware of it.
And she’s giving it to me.
I lower my eyes, suddenly guilty. This was all a game. A bluff. She shouldn’t have given this to me.
But she never runs when she should. Dylan is childish and defiant and frustrating, but she’s pure. What you see is what you get, and she just wants us all to be happy. Nothing she does ever comes from a bad intention. She would give you the clothes on her back.
I shouldn’t be fucking with her right now.
But I don’t want to leave.
“Can you turn around?” I ask her.
She does, and I push the rest of my clothes off, stepping up to her and stopping within an inch. She slips her panties down her legs, and after our clothes are forgotten and the water runs hot around us, I look down at her ass and my dick throbbing for her.
“Sorry I don’t have any bath toys,” I joke.
“I do.”
It’s just a murmur, but I hear it, and it takes a moment to process what she means. I exhale a laugh. “Seriously?”