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“Someone promised me tacos.”
Snickering, I wrap her up in the fluffy terrycloth and slap her ass on her way out into the bedroom. “I know a place not too far from here.”
I snag a towel for myself and wrap it around my waist as I follow Cedar out into the room.
“Do I have to wear clothes?” Cedar almost whines, her perfectly plump bottom lip poking out in a pout that’s coupled with a shy tilt of her foot and the fluttering of her lashes.
She’s so damn cute it makes my heart hurt.
“Yes,” I say, even when my cock screams otherwise. “And not that skimpy shit that looks like nothing but thread covering those tits,” I growl and aim my pointer finger in her direction, only to set the fire alight in her growing evil grin.
“You sure about that, hotshot?” Cedar challenges and spins on her heels with purpose to her bag. “I thought you liked it.”
Growling, I move across the room to fist her towel and yank her to my body. “Formyeyes, yes.” I grip her hips and grind against her ass. “Not for others.”
“Mm,” she hums in response, her hips swaying back into me as I wrap a hand up in her wet hair and tug her head to the side. “Sure, I’ll wear something like that for you.”
“Good.” I lean down to capture one of the rings through her lobe with my lips, the feel of her ass rubbing against my cock making me groan. Her wispy gasp turns into a chuckle that has my dick filling and my heart racing.
“I’ll wear the green one. Just for you, hotshot.”
My cock is almost completely hard again when she spins out of my grip, her hair sliding easily between my fingers and her towel whipping off her body as she goes. I catch her devilish grin as she flips the long black strands over and gathers it all in the towel she wraps on top of her head.
I’m too caught up in watching her nakedness, my hand reaching down to grip at my length through the towel when she straightens and that wicked grin plastered to her face seems … too wicked. “Wait—”
“Nahhhh, hotshot,” she drawls on a tsk as she moves to her bag and pulls out a piece of clothing that’s nearly non-existent. “You said to wear itfor you.”
I’m struck speechless as the woman is dressed in what feels like a millisecond with only a sheer layer covering her torso, her nipples barely concealed by the dark green embroidered ivy vines that look like tattoos rather than a freaking shirt.
Or whatever the fuck that is.
Why is it fastened between her legs like a fucking onesie?
And when she bends over to feed her feet through a set of matching dark green cut-off shorts and exposes the thong that’s not at all covered by the vines, I growl. “Damn you, woman.”
“What?” she asks innocently as she straightens and fastens the button of the shorts at her waist. “You said to wear itfor you.”
“You’re fucking killing me,” I groan and scrub at my stubbled jaw.
Cedar bites her bottom lip to try and hold back the grin on her face. Tries.“Aria made it for me.”
“Can you at least …?” I gesture to her chest with a defeated sigh and resign myself to the fact that I’m just going to have to keep fighting off other men for the rest of time. “I don’t know, throw on a fucking jacket or something?”
“Pfft,” she scoffs with a roll to her eyes and pads across the room back into the bathroom. “That’s like asking to wear a coat over a costume, hotshot,” she snickers as things clatter against the vanity and I’m left struck stupid in the middle of the floor. “No thanks.”
“Goddamn.” My cheeks puff out with the breath I force and I shake my head.
This is it. This is her.
Vibrant and bold. Beautiful and challenging.
I swipe my hands down my face as I turn to my dresser in search of my own clothes and I can’t fight the tip of my smirk rising as I ruffle through the items I have clean.
And I fucking love her.
Letting the terrycloth drop to the floor when her hair dryer kicks on, I jab my arms through a muscle shirt that’s seen better days and snap the elastic band of a pair of boxers against my waist. With a pair of jeans holier than Jesus on a Sunday, I tuck my wallet and my keys into the pockets and snag my phone that’s riddled with notifications I ignore.
They can wait.
