“Your shirt’s wet,†she said. “Take it off and I’ll dry it for you.â€
He stared into her eyes as he lifted the sweatshirt and pulled it over his head. She looked away, but that didn’t help because now she was staring at his flat, caramel-colored nipples, like coins, on skin as wholesome as new bread. She took the shirt he held out – it smelt like peanut butter. He didn’t let go and as she tugged gently, he moved closer, closer. She didn’t shut her eyes as his lips, gentle, dry, the lips of an outdoor-living man, met hers.
She dropped the shirt and ran her hand across his belly, feeling the muscles jump as she moved lower until she found the edge of his low-slung jeans. She undid the button one-handed and, as she’d already guessed, he was naked underneath. He had pubic hair the tone of cork tiles, a wide, rose-colored up-curving shaft, and tight buns. His skin was the shade of fresh baked cookies from head to toe.
“No tan line?â€
“What can I say? I’m a nature boy at heart,†he grinned.
She tugged the jeans up again, led him to her bedroom, and pushed him onto the bed. “You look good enough to eat,†she said and his grin widened. His teeth were even whiter than Jaz’s.
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