She blushes, turning away. “I can’t help it,” I tell her, my voice a little breathless.
“Another line.”
“Another truth.”
She turns back, narrowing her gaze at me. “Did you think I would just spread my legs for you?”
A flush spreads across her chest. She’s acting a little too put off. She starts fidgeting, and if I’m reading everything right, she’s thought about me too. “You know what I think? I think you’ve also been thinking about me.”
She scoffs. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably taken with you. All I needed was that creamy skin leading to the curve of your breast…”
She peers down, gasping, then quickly covers herself back up. “That was an accident.”
My mind starts thinking of other things. Like how she’s not wearing a shirt or a bra. And maybe how she’s not wearing underwear. I reach out to grasp the edge of her robe and move it open slowly. Her knee comes into view. Then her thigh.
“Levi…”
“I just want a look.”
Her breathing ratchets up. “You’re being bold.”
“Stop me, then.”
It’s a challenge, and one I don’t think she’ll take me up on. Her hands fist the sheets on the bed, and she stares at me like she’s waiting to see how far I’ll push it.
Me? I push things. That’s what I do. The belt keeps her top solidly in place, but I move the bottom enough to spot the bare curve of her ass.
“You’re crazy,” she says, but her pupils are dilated, her breaths coming quicker.
She’s as turned on as me. Almost like she’s thought of this before.
“You’re a big girl. You can take crazy.”
She shifts her leg up, bending at the knee, and then lets it drop to the bed, spreading wide for me. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life.
“Tab…” I inhale slow and steady.
She starts to move her knees back together, but I stop her.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she says.
“It’s a genius idea.” I nearly salivate over her pink pussy. She’s so alluring, she doesn’t even realize.
I start to untie the belt on her robe. I need to see everything. Every last intimate part of her needs to be mine. The robe parts, showing off her creamy skin. I trail my hands up, barely grazing her, skimming up the sides of her breasts and start to move her robe down her shoulder. Her breath hitches. She presses her lips together, her features lost in what looks to be some sort of transition between shock and pleasure.
Following the line of her arm, I move the robe lower and lower…and then she stills.
“The robe stays on,” she says.
I want to protest, but the look she gives me says it all. That’s her stopping point.
“The robe stays on,” I confirm.
She starts to fan her face. Immediately, she pulls the robe back up and around her and sits up, covering all access to her.
“What’s wrong?”
