That wiped the smile off his face. “No. You are not doing that.” Mostly because he knew that after what they’d done- okay, just in general- he’d embarrass himself by making some really strange bullfrog cry that really would put the lake on high alert. In like two seconds, the entire frog population would be on his doorstep.
Lexi planted a foot in the middle of his chest and pushed, with all her weight behind it. Of course, it didn’t budge him, but she was able to slide out from beneath him. She grinned confidently as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Well? Let’s see it.”
His mouth dropped. “Are you serious? Just like that?”
Lexi shifted, slowly removing her tank. Every movement was precise and calculated, and when she was finished, she shrugged her bra off. The moonlight did really nice things to her already perfect skin. Really, really nice things. His eyes dropped below her neck. They froze on the tight buds of her rose hued nipples. Her skin beaded with goosebumps under his scrutiny, but she made no move to cover herself.
“I’m naked,” she pressed. “Undress.”
Her eyes raked over him, and she didn’t even make an effort to hide her desire. Somehow, what they were doing was sexier than if they’d been in some luxury resort, having sex with the slow shots, close ups, and romantic music that movies portrayed. Of course, it wasn’t like that between them. Of course, it was a little weird, a little awkward, and full of fire. They were doing this in the one place he loved more than anywhere on earth. It was just them. They had time.
Lexi was telling him, without telling him, that she wanted to see him. To look at him. To touch him and make him feel good like he’d done for her. Of course, she couldn’t be overly nice about it. She had to put it out there and let him read between the lines. It was a glorious dance of give and take that had his cock straining against his jeans. The bastard was trying to punch its way out, so, with a long sigh, like he didn’t really want to take his clothes off at all, he stood and unzipped his jeans. He stepped out of them and peeled off his t-shirt next.
Lexi sat there on the blanket, completely naked, lounging back like they were on a nude beach in the middle of Europe. She was so perfectly comfortable with her body- honestly, she should be since she was creamy, angelic, goddess-like, next level perfection- that it made his balls turn another shade of purple. They were probably black by now and he barely resisted the urge to check.
He stood there, letting her eyes fuck him. And she did. Obviously. She let those pale blues rake over his form. She kept a straight face from head to toe, and it was only then, after the painful few minutes, that she allowed her lips to curl at the edges.
“Do you plan on dry-humping me to another climax or are you going to take those off?” She stared pointedly at his underwear.
Curtis rolled his eyes, enjoying every single second of their weird banter. He hadn’t imagined it like this at all, but it was just effing right. He tore his boxers away without hesitation or flare. Just stood there, his cock so damn hard it was pointing back up at him. He just hoped that his balls were a normal shade on the outside, even if they didn’t feel like it on the inside.
Lexi’s eyes widened. “Holy shit,” she breathed before she could stop herself. Clearly flustered, she hurried to correct her slip. “I- I mean- uh- I’m pretty sure- that- uh…” her throat bobbed hard. “That- frick. Nature did something weird when it made you. You’re abnormally good looking. You’re freakishly gorgeous. The gym did nice things to your already really nice genetic composition. But- that- I- that is actually a little scary.”
He grinned back at her. “Thanks for the compliments. And all this time I half believed you really did hate me.”
“Why only half?”
“Because I knew it was all an act. I knew you only detested me so much to hide the fact that you wanted me. Even to yourself. You don’t need to live in denial any more.”
“How close are we to the hospital?” Lexi looked so uncertain he nearly laughed.
“What?”
“What if you- uh- damage something? With- with that? It’s- like- maybe you should just put your man panties back on and we should dry hump. It would be less dangerous.”
“And significantly less fulfilling.”
“I highly doubt it.”
He stood there. She stared. He stood there some more. In the distance, frogs bellowed. There were no wolves around. The moon filtered down on the lake and the soft breeze sighed gently, ruffling the surface. It lapped the sandy shore like sweet background music.