Page 42 of Drop Three

My body is so close to hers I can feel the heat radiating from her skin, smell the lingering fragrance of her perfume, and see the pigment of her wet eyelashes brightening up the freckles across her skin.

If Navy were in a museum, she’d be the main exhibit—the selected showcase to be admired. I’d admire her as a sketch. A sketch that held so much depth it wouldn’t need paint to enhance its beauty.

“I’m here,” I whisper near her as my forefinger runs up the path of her side, causing goosebumps to flood her smooth, pale skin.

A sharp breath leaves her as my gentle touch wanders, only advancing further in my pursuit. With one hand touching her side, my opposite finds the sliver of her stomach and holds on.

“Bodhi…what…what are you doing?” She’s relaxed, no longer washing her hair, but standing steady with her eyes closed.

My mouth ghosts the side of her neck as I whisper loud enough for her to hear me, “I’m touching you. Is this okay?”

Her tiny whimpers stir something inside me, causing my dick to bulge against the hardened mud covering my boardshorts.

“Yes.” Navy nods quickly, sending my desire for her to its pinnacle.

“Thank fuck.”

And I’m on her. My arms find the bottom of Navy’s ass as I lift her and walk us to the wall at her back. Thankfully, everything in this shower is giant in size, leaving us plenty of room to move. Although Navy is tall, she feels weightless in my arms.

“Hold on, baby. Wrap those long legs around me tight.”

A moan escapes her, sending vibrations of heat to my aching cock.

“Fuck, Navy. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”

“Mhm. Me too, B. I never thought you would.”

I can’t hear anything past“me too.”Navy has wanted me to touch her, and I’ve been dealing her the friend card all this time? I’m an idiot.

I’ve always been a hands-on learner, though.

Consider this a lesson learned.

My mouth finds the center of her chest as I run my lips over every surface I can reach, not giving one single fuck about the mud. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve touched every inch of her.

I’m trying my best not to rush, but I’ve craved this woman for so damn long it feels nearly impossible to take it slow. I gently place her feet on the shower floor and notice her body still as if she thinks I’m retreating.

Not a chance, beautiful.“Lift your arms against the wall, Navy. Don’t move until I say so, understood? I’m going to taste you.”

Navy’s breathing picks up faster. “Hell yes.”

I can’t help but laugh, my lips meeting the curve of her left shoulder as she shudders against me. “There’s my queen of shit talk.”

I seem to have rendered her speechless because I don’t get a response from the woman whoalwayshas something to say.

“That’s fine, you don’t have to talk. Let me do the talking for you.”

My head descends the length of her body as my lips cover her warm skin. I work hard to edge my touch directly on her, lighting our bodies on fire. The feel of her small breasts against my chest, though covered in mud, ignites a feral passion inside of me.

Not only is Navy the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but she’s the woman who has accepted every part of me.

She makes me deliriously happy.

Happy she sees something in me I’ve been convinced is nonexistent.

But this erotic side of her is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Her body is naturally sexy—even more now, she knows how to roll her hips and tease me to the point of paralysis.

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