Page 41 of Drop Three

My large frame stills at the sight of her.She’s breathtaking.

Her hair is a disheveled mess with crusted mud everywhere, and she’s never looked more beautiful.

It’s likely because I know what lies beneath her mud suit: a silver metallic bikini with the slinkiest strings and minimal fabric. Her perky ass is framed by the thin V that leads down the dip of her cheeks, enhancing the plumpness in them. All the yoga Navy does has paid off.

She’s slim, toned, and perfectly proportioned.

I send her a nod. “You go ahead, I’ll jump in after.”

She shakes her head. “Absolutely not. We’re covered in disgusting mud. Neither of us are waiting another second to get this shit off our bodies.”

I find myself advancing on her, but not for what she thinks.

I grab the shower curtain above her head and use my other hand to guide her into the shower, attempting to pull the curtain closed. “Go on, Navy. I’ll wait. Take your time.”

A loud giggle erupts from her mouth as she surprises me by pulling me into the shower alongside her. “Oops. Too late.”

Navy’s mischievous grin has me covering a chuckle.

I shouldn’t be in here with her, but I can’t make myself turn around to leave. Her body has already found its way under the shower stream, and I’m transfixed. I watch mud begin to slowly run down her legs, coloring the water at the drain.

The shower is large enough to bathe a family of ten.

It’s massive in size and luxurious in style. The rain shower head is close to two feet wide, allowing the water to cascade down in a healthy volume. Seafoam-textured tiles line the walls to the shower floor, giving the room a tranquil coastal vibe paired with the steam from the heat. A eucalyptus plant is wrapped around the bottom of the shower head, sending a relaxing and riveting aroma throughout the room.

It feels sexy and erotic.

Especially with my current view of Navy leaning her head back in the hot stream as I watch the mud slowly wash away from her soft skin.

I’m still standing on the outer perimeter, fucking biting my lip like a starved man ready to feast. And mother fucking god am I ready to dive in.

Fuck the consequences and claim her for myself.

“Come on in, catcher. The water feels incredible.” She smiles with her eyes closed, and my hands itch to caress her face as I drink in the freckles perfectly sprinkled across her rosy cheeks.

Navy covered in water and mud is any man’s wet dream.

At this moment, I lose the battle against myself.

I prowl to her, slowly and cautiously, trying my hardest not to scare her but to let her feel my steady approach.

“Mhmm.B, this place is amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had a shower this hot.”

Me neither, sweet girl. Me neither.

I’ll finally be able to gauge where Navy and I stand.

If I touch her and she pulls away, I’ll confirm she’s not interested, and we can revert back to normal—hopefully. But if I touch her and she leans in, or gives me any inkling she wants more, it’s game over.

Her hair is saturated in mud, and there is plenty still covering her body, giving me time to plan my next move. The arching of Navy’s back in the water outlines the perfect tilt of her neck and my eyes draw to the thin slope of her abs down the middle of her stomach.

Jesus. She’s glistening.

Where should I touch her first?

The mud covers her breasts and bottom half almost entirely, except for random areas, leaving that territory out for now.

“Bodhi?” she calls for me, but doesn’t dare leave the stream of warmth she’s bathing in.

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