Page 88 of Mountain Daddy
Also graying, in the absolute best way.
I’m seriously tempted to take a screenshot of him like this. I’d save it to my favorites so whenever I was feeling down or bored, I could pull it up. Because no matter how long this thing between us lasts, right now, at this point in time, this man, this specimen of masculinity, is mine.
Just mine.
I swallow.
And remind myself he’s more than a hot body.
He’s a goofball.
“Are you really wearing tighty-whities?” I ask, causing the side of his mouth to pull up.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I press my lips together.Goofball.
“Fine.” I agree. “But I’m not getting up to turn more lights on.”
I didn’t get dressed for bed thinking I’d see Luther tonight. But it just so happens that I am wearing the skimpiest pajamas I own.
My shorts areshort. And the ribbed fabric is formfitting, hugging my hips and ass. It’s technically full coverage, but the thin fabric hides nothing.
And the top… Well, the top is more of a bralette than an actual shirt.
It’s not modest.
And it’s not padded. Meaning my nipples areright there, saying hello with a perky salute.
There’s a matching cardigan that makes the top half family friendly, but I’d still have to pull sweatpants on over these shorts before I wore them around anyone.
Anyone other than Luther.
Using my free hand, I push the blankets off my lap.
Usually, I’d be self-conscious of showing so much of myself. But as the thought flitters into my mind, Luther pulls the phone closer to his face. A reminder that he likes everything about my body.
Slowly, I tilt my phone.
Inch by inch, I show him more.
My cleavage.
My tits.
And I revel in the sound he makes, knowing he can see through myshirt. And knowing he likes it.
I keep my legs pressed together but lift my knees, pressing my feet into the mattress. And then I tilt the phone farther. So Luther can see.
He sucks in a breath.
And I know he can see it. The outline of my…
The proof I’m not wearing anything under my shorts.
I let the view linger.
And even through the phone, even though he doesn’t say anything, my body reacts to his gaze.
