Though that wasn’t the best one. No, that came after he’d taken a shower. For what felt like completely rational reasons, she had expected him to come out fully dressed. After all, he’d practically fucked her—twice—with all his clothes on. The closest he’d ever been to nude with her was when he’d worn that really thin jersey.
But he sauntered out without a stitch on.
He didn’t even wear a towel—though she had definitely left him one. A big one too, so he could do that skirt thing most men seemed to love. In fact, that was actually as much as she’d hoped from him. Just him half-naked and half-wrapped. Just a look at that chest and those arms and those shoulders.
Now there was so much of him exposed she didn’t quite know where to look first.
Her eyes tried to go to his chest, but they couldn’t. His ass was just too fucking amazing. It looked as taut as a drum, and yet, there was a distinct and incredible curve to it that almost made her think of a woman. He had awoman’s ass.
Yet, somehow, that only made him seem sexier.
And so did all the other contradictions.
Like the smooth tawny warmth of his skin, over the sheer battered steeliness of his muscles. Or the way he moved with that easy grace, despite how visibly big he was in all kinds of places. His massive shoulders were almost shocking without anything covering them—heavy boned and so broad, she couldn’t stop looking at them.
Even though she knew he was noticing.
He kind of bristled in the middle of sorting through his clothes, as if sensing some kind of threat. Then, just as she was about to look away, he spoke.
“Really thought it would be less weird being naked in front of you.”
And it was back to worrying that she was somehow fucking him up.
“Oh my god. Sorry, sorry I just—it was really sudden—I didn’t think—”
“Honey I’m not trying to shame you about it. I’m trying to shameme.”
“You shouldn’t be shamed because you don’t like people goggling at you.”
“That would be true if it was actually ‘people’. But it’s not. It’s just you.”
He turned, on the last word. And she could tell it kind of took a lot for him to do it.
But not as much as it took her to look away. Somehow, the full-frontal view was even sweeter than the side one. He had those arrows of muscles either side of his stomach, and they led all the way down, down to his groin. To the black curls that surrounded his cock and his cock itself—heavy looking even when it wasn’t hard.
She had to pretty much force her face away from it all.
Andmakeherself go back to the conversation.
“Yeah, butjust mehas never seen your nude body before.”
“Exactly. That’s the weird part. The staring part is normal.”
“I have to say, that does not seem accurate.”
“That would only be the case if it was the custom to never see the person you have sex with naked. Or maybe if we had some kind of weirdfuck with our clothes onfetish.”
That idea struck her. It struck her hard.
But probably not in the way he was hoping.
She didn’t laugh. She just shivered over him saying the wordfetish, before responding. “To be honest, now I’m kind of wondering if you do.”
“I want to sayyou got it, but really, it’s just not being used to it.”
“So being fully dressed at all times is a habit, then?”
“Yes. It has to be.” He paused, and she knew him well enough now to know what was coming. Some mind-blowing detail about his former life, meted out in ever so slightly tense voice. Though truly, this one was a doozy. “You can’t wander around a hotel room naked when the ghoul on your tail might bust in at any moment and try to remove your eyeballs. Or you could, but fighting someone with your dick swinging in the wind isn’t a ton of fun.”
