I lifted my chin toward her. “Are you going to wear that in the shower?”
She glanced down at her body. “No.”
“Then take it off.” I backed up until I reached the dresser, and I leaned my ass against the edge. “I want to see every inch of your fucking body so I can decide where I want to put my mouth first.”
“Whoa.” She shook her head and untucked her top, lifting it over her head, and once it was in her hand, she flung it toward me.
I caught it, laughing, and tossed it toward my shirt.
She stood, and while she lowered the bottom part of her scrubs, she slipped her feet out of the clogs, along with her socks, and faced me in just her bra and panties.
A set that was lace.
See-through.
And a light-pink color.
I ran my hand over the top of my head. “Fuck me.” I gripped the longer hairs. “You’re unbelievable, Emily.”
“I’m not even naked yet.”
She was using my words, so I was going to use hers. “I’m not going to visually survive this.”
“How about this?” She reached behind her back, and the straps of the bra fell from her shoulders and the lace peeled away, her tits bouncing as they were set free. “Do you still feel the same way?”
I bit down and swore I tasted blood. “Worse.”
She smiled, her eyes gleaming as she pulled at the strings on her hips, dragging them down until the lace dropped and she was stepping out.
“Emily . . .”
There was perfect, and then there was her. She exceeded that word. Fuck, she even doubled it.
A body full of curves and the right amount of thickness with arches of muscle and skin that I could tell was smooth even from all the way over here. This was a woman who hadn’t had anything surgically added or tucked. She worked for this body. She was good to it too.
I didn’t try to hide how hard I was staring, nor did I feel the need to apologize for it.
Even as she walked closer, I didn’t make eye contact.
My gaze lifted to her neck and dove to her knees, and during one of the passes, I stalled in the middle where a small black mark was grabbing my attention.
“Is that a tattoo?” I finally met her eyes.
She laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to notice.”
The ink, a spot that would be hidden by her panties, wasn’t directly at the top of her pussy, more off to the side.
“A crown?” I asked.
“For my king. Once I find him. Obviously.”
I shook my head. “The king of your pussy ...”
“Of all of me, but yes, that too.”
She came to a stop, within grasp, but neither of us touched.
I couldn’t move yet. I could only keep looking. Admiring. Pre-cum leaked from my tip as my brain spiraled over all the different ways I wanted to fuck her.
