That’s how desperate he was.
When her bra landed next, and she moved further into his line of sight, he got a fantastic view of her body.
Of tits and ass.
Oh, holy shit!
Now, his dick was more than erect.
It.
Was.
Hard.
Finn knew he should avert his eye, but he simply couldn’t. She was perfect from the curve of her hip, to the gentle slope of the underside of her breasts.
Damn.
Sue him, but she was gorgeous, and he was desperate to see more of her. He thought he saw ink, but he’d been a little busy checking out her profile.
“I have a tradition for when I’m traveling,” she admitted.
He was curious.
“What is it, Lass?” he asked, checking out her ass when she turned under the water to shampoo the muck from the lake out of her hair.
Gabby shared.
“I get a tattoo whenever I’m in a new place. There wouldn’t happen to be a tattoo place in the village, would there be?”
Yeah, he’d been right.
She had ink.
Now, he wanted to see it all.
“Yeah, I know of a place that does good work. We can head there tomorrow on our date,” he offered.
He was going to keep using the word‘date’until she told him to stop—or flew back to the United States.
“Do you have a lot of them?” he asked, as he pulled on his pants to wait to use the shower.
“A few,” she said. “Do you have any?”
Oh, he was a giddy, giddy cop.
Now, he wanted to share with her something other than just her escapes from death.
He put his hand over his eyes, and stepped out from behind the wall so she could see him.
Immediately, she saw how magnificent his body was when it was hidden under his blazer and jeans.
His whole chest was covered.
And his one arm.
“Can I get closer?” she asked.