“I don’t think I’ve ever been so, um… messy.” She leans up on her elbows as I run the towel over her thighs so she’s more comfortable.
“I like your mess.” My hand runs over her lower stomach as I lie back down, trailing toward her back and I feel her body recoil slightly. “Are you okay?”
“I’m very okay.” She laughs. “You’re just touching my back fat.” She laughs again and brings the pillow to her side.
“Your what?”
Her eyes roll playfully and she turns on her side to face me.
“Just this.” She squeezes near her hip. I have no fucking idea what makes her think there is anything to criticize.
“What the fuck? Who said that?” I demand.
“No one had to tell me. I can see it.” She shrugs, seeming unbothered, to be honest; but if it doesn’t bother her then why the hell even make the comment?
“This,” I say, running my thumb over her skin, “is perfect. Healthy. Desirable.”
“Okay, well then, it’s just something I’d like to tone up and I guess I feel weird about you seeing my body like this. I don’t know.”
“Do you not realize how beautiful your body is?”
Rather than hit me with a sarcastic remark or joke, she stills. Her tongue wets her lips as she stares at me.
“I’m not saying there aren’t things to love. I do love my body. But you know, we get older and things getbigger.”She emphasizes the last word. “I’m not a tiny woman, Chase.”
“And thank fuck for that.” My hand grips her chin, pulling her face toward mine.
“Tonight was the first time I saw your body in an intimate way, touched you intimately… and you know what I was thinking the entire time?”
She shakes her head as I’m still holding her chin gently.
“All I was thinking about was why I didn’t do this sooner. Why didn't I see this sooner? Why didn’t I see how fucking incredible you are? Feel how fucking perfect you are.” I grabher hand, skimming it over her warm skin. “Your thighs? I want to touch them all the damn time. Hips? The perfect curve that drives me fucking wild. Your lips? Eyes? Arms? Fucking toes… What else do you want me to talk about, Kincaid? I’ve noticed it all lately and there isn’t a damn thing about you that needs criticizing. I want to lick every damn inch of you.”
Her eyebrows crease when she looks at me, releasing a slow, steady breath as she pulls me closer, planting a soft kiss against my lips.
“Are you a feet guy? Because, I’m so sorry, Chase… but I just can’t get on board with that.” She laughs, pulling a similar sound from me before she shakes her head. “Tomorrow, don’t try to hit me with anymore ‘no kissing’ rules, okay?” She says.
I grab her thigh, pulling it over my leg as we lie face to face.
“I’m serious, Kincaid.”
I used to think she was the most confident woman I know, but I’m seeing now we all have our insecurities. I’ll repeat my words everyday if she needs to hear them.
She nods her head at me, taking her fingers and gently running them through my hair while my hand roams her thigh.
“I can’t seem to follow my own rules anyway,” I choke out, getting caught up in the way she feels. The smoothness of her skin and the warmth that radiates.
“What are rules if there’s no one around to break them?” she jokes and wiggles her body even closer to mine.
“You’re reckless,” I say, my fingers feathering her neck.
“Well, one of us should be.”
Summer smiles innocently, and I grab her body, hoisting her on top of me as I turn on my back, forcing a gasp from her mouth as she feels my cock between her legs.
“Fuck,” she moans as her hand reaches between her legs and she feels the bulge against her pussy.
“I just needed to feel you again for a minute,” I say.
