Page 46 of Take Me
Erika peels off her brown denim jacket.Pretty sure it was blue before the wedding.“Do you have anything in your truck?”
“Maybe a sweaty gym towel.”
“Gross.”She looks down at her dress, which is covered in mud and dripping down onto her boots.“Screw it.You’ve seen me in a bikini.This isn’t that different.”
“What’s not that different?”
But she’s already stripping her dress off over her head.As my jaw hangs open, she drops the soggy garment on the bench by the door.I stare as she bends down to pry off her boots, forearms flexing and sprinkled with raindrops.Soft bumps of vertebrae form a delicate path to the top of her silky black thong.
Straightening up, she throws back her shoulders and looks at me.“What?”Her chin tips up in defiance.
It’s all I can do not to stare at the flesh-colored stickers on her breasts.
“Um.”Holy shit.“What are—how?—”
“It’s an adhesive bra.Hazel told me about it.”She cups the sides of her boobs and lifts up.“They’re surprisingly supportive.I had to have something that worked with the keyhole cutout?—”
“Guh.”I can’t seem to form words.All I can do is stare at the sopping-wet goddess whose nipples jut proudly through those thin, adhesive discs.“Er, well.”My throat closes up, and I clear it.“Um?—”
“They’re just breasts, Mason.”She wrings out her hair like it’s not a big deal.“Don’t be so dramatic.”
Drama would require finding my tongue, which I can’t seem to do.I also can’t seem to stop gaping as she tosses her socks on the bench.“Stop staring and strip.”
Right.Ripping my gaze off her body, I peel off my shirt and start on my pants.The fabric sucks at my skin like it’s stuck on with sap, yanking every single leg hair on its way down my thighs.Trust me, it’s not even remotely sexy.Less like a striptease and more like I’m having a seizure.My pants get wedged at my knees, and I grunt as my skin starts to burn.
“Motherfucker,” I manage, catching myself before I topple.I stand there swaying, staring at Erika, trapped by my own soggy pants.
She’s barefoot now, wearing nothing but panties and those stickers, along with an expression I can’t read.“Are you stuck?”
“I’m good.”I let go of the doorframe and start to topple again.“Mostly.”
“Let me help.”Snatching my shirt off the bench, she folds it a few times, then lays it on the ground at my feet.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you, idiot.”She kneels on my shirt and grabs hold of one pantleg.“Brace yourself.”
“What?”I stare at the top of her head with no blood left in my brain.
“Hold on to the house or something.I’m gonna start pulling.”
I barely manage to grip the doorframe when Erika starts tugging.She’s yanking my pants like this is the world’s hottest tug-of-war game.“Pull back, Mason.”
I do my best to help her, struggling to force some blood to my brain.Grunting, I help her work my left leg free.“Fuck.”
“Almost got the right one.”
There’s not a single functioning brain cell left in my head.I can’t find a way to form words with my mouth.All I can do is stare down at Erika, muddy and fierce and so fucking beautiful on her knees in front of me.
“Got it!”She wrestles my leg from my pants, then flings them aside like they’ve pissed her off.I know the feeling.
That’s also not all I’m feeling.The boner that’s tenting the front of my boxer briefs leers up at me like,what are you going to do about it?
Snagging Erika’s soggy dress off the bench, I hold it in front of my crotch.She gets to her feet, dropping my wadded-up shirt on the bench.
“What are you doing?”Wiping her brow, she points at the dress.“Just leave it.I don’t think there’s any saving it.”
Oh, good.She thinks I’m being chivalrous and not a perv who can’t control his dick.“Uh, sure.”I don’t drop the dress.I just need a minute to cool down.Maybe if I step out from under the eaves, a fresh blast of rain will take care of things.
