“Great!” she snapped back at me, bouncing a bit with anger.
All that did was make her breasts jiggle.
Christ.
“Anything else you want?” she asked snidely with a narrowed, angry look on her face.
I placed my hands on my hips. “Actually, yeah. Now that you mention it,” I motioned my hand toward her body, “you can go change.”
Her jaw dropped to the floor. “Why would I do that? I like what I’m wearing.”
I scoffed at her. “Why are you always prepared for a surprise, break out yoga session?”
I leaned forward. “Because that’s just stupid. Prancing around here in that tight shit—who does that?”
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Oh, and what about you?” Her hands flew straight up. “Gray sweats?”
I twisted my head to the side, unsure of what the hell she was getting at. “What’s wrong with gray sweats?”
Now her hands fell to her hips and she leaned toward me. “Everyone knows what you want when you wear,” she inhaled deeply, “gray sweats, Trey.”
Now my jaw hit the floor.
“At least my sweats aren’t so tight you can see every curve of my body.”
Her voice lowered to a whisper. “I disagree.”
“Well, you might as well be naked. That yoga stuff doesn’t cover anything.”
She gasped and took a step back. “Fine!” she screamed at me, then shoved down her tight, pink yoga pants.
I was so angry, that I whipped off my shirt.
Next, she yanked her yoga bra off and tossed it directly in my face.
“There, is that better? I guess I’ll be saving a lot on laundry detergent.”
I inhaled the scent of her top before I removed it from my face.
Coconut.
And Lexi.
Fucking delicious.
I rose and wrenched my sweats down my legs and stepped out of them. “Me, too.”
There we stood.
Naked Lexi.
Naked me.
Her perfect, pink nipples fully hard—and pointing directly at me.
Much like parts of me were doing right now, except I was pointing straight at her.
Her chest was heaving with exertion, and that only made her breasts move in such a tantalizing way—fuck.