Page 34 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
Blanche:This is stupid. This is stupid. This is stupid.
I know it’s stupid, and I’m still doing it.
Blanche:This is the opposite of the plan.
I distract Blanche by pushing Wyatt’s shirt over his head, baring his chest, since she’s entirely too cognizant right now.
The view is so much better up close than from a yoga mat away.
He reaches for me, but I shake my head and move his arms back to his side.
“Not yet,” I whisper.
His hands clench into fists, then release.
Clench. Release.
I run my fingers down his front, marveling at the muscle mass he contains. I can smell the smallest tinge of sweat left from his run, combined with a hint of sunscreen, and something else uniquely him.
That’s how he smelled in the closet too.
Okay, Blanche, if you aren’t distracted by his top half, let’s see what he’s packing on the bottom.
I hook my thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and push them down his thighs. His hands stay clenched this time. No release.
“Why can’t I touch you?” His voice is hoarse.
“I’m not ready for that.”
He nods.
I step back to take him in. The magnificence that is Wyatt Reed.
Blanche:Oh my.
Yeah,oh myis right.
I pull my sports bra over my head to reveal my breasts.
I can’t believe I’m half-naked in front of Wyatt Reed.
Blanche:Should we still call him by his full name if we plan to be naked in front of him?
Wyatt’s gaze heats to near scorching. “Wow, Brie, you’re incredible.”
His reaction gives me confidence.
Blanche:He can keep those compliments coming.
One piece of clothing down and one to go until total nakedness.
I push my yoga pants down. Or at least I attempt to. Pushing skintight wet lycra pants down your legs is not easy. At least not for me. And not today.
Of course, not today.
It’s only my first time stripping in front of Wyatt Reed.
Why should I look attractive while doing it? Because this isn’t graceful either. The pants are now inside out, and I’m pulling, not pushing, at the waistband to get them down my legs.
