Her smile is faint. “You’re letting me so…yes.”
She shrugs out of the flannel shirt and I watch her with heavy-lidded eyes, my gaze eating her up. That fucking tank top should be illegal. Her tits appear ready to pop out of the neckline at any moment. She plops her perfect butt on the edge of my bed and kicks off the cowboy boots, a pleasurable little moan leaving her after she removes each on
e.
I shouldn’t find that sound arousing, but I do.
“My feet were killing me,” she announces as she stands once more, her hands going to the front snap of her denim shorts as she slowly scans my room. “Do you mind if I take a shower?”
“Go for it,” I murmur, anxiously waiting for her to drop those shorts.
I might be tired, but I’m not dead.
She lets them fall, revealing that she’s wearing pale pink panties with thin white stripes.
Fuck.
Ava kicks off the shorts and makes her way back over to me, bending over so her tits half hang out of her top, pressing her mouth against my forehead. “Go to sleep,” she murmurs against my skin before she lifts away from me.
She’s standing in my room in a skimpy tank and a pair of panties, every one of my wet dreams coming true, and I’m so exhausted I can barely move.
Fuck my life. Seriously.
“Grab a T-shirt from my closet,” I tell her, pointing to where it’s at. “To wear to bed.”
“Okay,” she chirps as she turns toward the closet, flashing her mostly bare ass to me, since those panties are really nothing but a skimpy thong.
Jesus. I might have a heart attack.
My eyes close as I hear her rummage through my closet. God knows what she’s finding, but damn it, I have nothing to hide. This girl knows everything there is to discover about me. I have no secrets.
She leaves the closet and then I hear the gentle closing of the bathroom door. The sound of water turning on as she starts her shower. My mind starts to drift, filled with pleasant, sexy images of Ava in her undies and tank. Of her perfect breasts straining against the fabric when she leaned over me. If I’d been more awake, I would’ve nipped at her. Grazed my teeth against her nipple. Tugged the fabric down farther and exposed her completely.
Yeah. Did none of that. All I can do is smile as I drift off to sleep, secure in the fact that my girl is back.
My girl is mine.
Something’s tickling my nose.
I wrinkle it, trying to get away from whatever it is touching me, but it’s right there. Surrounding me. I don’t want to open my eyes or check my phone. I’m warm and sleepy and I don’t want to know what time it is. Not yet. That might ruin everything.
I drift back off to sleep, but the tickle returns, even worse now, making my nose itch. I reach up, batting at whatever it is that’s bothering me.
Hair. Soft, silky hair, then I remember.
Ava.
She’s in bed with me.
My senses rouse, becoming more aware of my situation. She’s right next to me, her back to my front, her ass lodged against my cock.
My very erect cock.
I press my face into her hair and close my eyes, breathing deep as I slip one arm around her waist. She’s so warm and soft, and my T-shirt she’s wearing has ridden up, so my fingers make contact with her stomach.
My hand wanders up, my fingers brushing the underside of her left breast, skimming upward until I encounter her hard nipple. I lightly circle it with my thumb.
She squirms against me, pressing her ass against my dick.