Page 153 of Sweet Caroline
Anywhere else in town, she’d have drawn the curtains for privacy, but, out here, she can brazenly undress in front of an open window without worrying about prying eyes. It’s only me here, drinking in the sight of my girl as she slips out of her flowy yellow dress.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
It’s been almost a year since we met, and I still can’t help but stare at her every chance I get. It’s been like this since that first morning at the gym.
Caroline disappears from view and I stuff my hands into my pockets, letting my gaze drop as I toe at the scattered gravel and dry pine needles at my feet. When my attention snags on a small pine cone, some obscure recess of my brain lights up.
I don’t throw it hard—just enough to make contact with her window.
Nothing.
It doesn’t take long to find another one, and I give it a bit more juice.
Caroline reappears wearing only her bra, panties, and an adorably confused frown. I’ve got no complaints about my viewwhen she presses against the glass and shields her eyes to peer out into the night.
I wave when she spots me, then gesture for her to come join me outside.
She throws her arms out at her sides but turns from the window to grab her little silk robe. Moments later, the front door opens and she peeks out at me, tying the belt. “What’s going on?” she calls over, slipping on a pair of sandals on the porch.
“Just c’mere.”
“I was gonna get in the shower.”
“We’ll shower after.” I hold out my hand as she comes down the steps to meet me.
She looks suspicious. “After what?”
I kiss her forehead, then draw back and start guiding her along with me toward the river’s edge.
“Miles, I’m not dressed.”
“Perfect.” I’m already unbuttoning my shirt as we carefully make our way down the hill. “Because you’ve still never been skinny dipping. It’s the last thing left on your fuck-it list, right?”
“What? No! What?” she stammers, snugging her robe tighter to her chest. “Now? Here?”
“No one’s around; you live in the middle of nowhere!”
“I dunno,” she says, scanning around us like someone might jump out of the bushes at one in the morning.
“The season’s finally right.” I can tell she’s tempted. “The water will be warm enough now. C’mon.” We stop at the riverbank and I tug off my dress shirt before draping it over a rock. I toe off my shoes and socks, and I’m busy emptying my pockets when I catch her staring at me, frozen. I laugh. “Get naked already!”
“That’s…” Her gaze slips down my chest as I straighten.
I glance down, inspecting myself, before meeting her eyes again. “What?”
“That’s not a bad look. Just dress pants and nothing else.”
“Yeah?” I step closer, pulling her into my arms. Brushing my lips over her cheek, I whisper, “You know what this reminds me of?” I tuck my index finger under the strip of silk around her waist and tug it loose. “That night you came over to my place.” Opening her robe, I make a little groaning sound and slide my palms around her bare waist. “Wearing just a coat over that sexy fucking lingerie.”
“Oh my God,” she sighs, letting her gaze drop. “Still can’t believe I did that.”
I press my lips to her forehead as I unhook her bra. “Well,I’llnever fucking forget it.”
She kisses my shoulder and peers around us one last time before letting me slip her robe and bra from her shoulders. Kicking off her sandals, she steps back and tugs down her panties, eyeing me with a warning glare. “If we get caught, I’m telling the police this was all your doing.”
“We’re not gonna get caught.” I step out of my pants and underwear, chucking them onto our pile of clothes, then reach for her hand.
Walking backward, I wade into the water. The river feels incredible—warm enough to be comfortable, but cool enough to soothe.
