Page 48 of Blue Jeans in Low Beams

“I’m all wet.”

“Then I’m doing something right,” I quip, hoping that my response isn’t overstepping.

“I meant with water.”

“Then best I can do is a towel.”

I give her a wink, padding over to the cabin and grabbing a couple of towels from the cabinet that Miss Belle uses as a linen closet. I quickly run one over my hair and across my chest before I return to her.

“First, we should get you out of these wet clothes.”

I lick my lips, still fighting the overwhelming desire to kiss her. To make her the other kind of wet.

Her soaked clothes cling to her body like a second skin, her nipples already taut and poking through the thin fabric of her bra and tank. The sight of them makes my mouth water, and I know that behaving myself might end up being the biggest challenge of my life.

Brenna takes the damp towel I used from my hand, patting her face and hair. It’s impossible to take my eyes off her, her beauty striking me mute.

Dropping the towel to the floor, she steps into me, the heat between us wafting up my front. I flex my hands, trying to behave. Not an easy task when a gorgeous woman stands in front of you, dripping wet, with her nipples standing at attention.

“Will you help?”

I nod. I do not need to be asked twice.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I slowly peel it from her body. The heavy, sodden fabric puts up little resistance, leaving behind droplets that slide down her glorious skin. A shiver runs through her as I pull the top over her head and let it fall to meet the towel, letting me know that I’m having a similar effect on her as she is me.

Moonlight dances across her skin, the light-colored lacy bra doing nothing to conceal her tits. Fuck me, is she gorgeous.

“Want me to keep going?”

Brenna nods, a coy smile tugging at her lips.

I pause, trying to decide which way to go next. It’s not an easy choice. Do I reveal those perfect tits? Or do I go for the shorts to see if her panties match the bra? That is, if she’s even wearing panties. That thought jolts me, making my dick even harder. Fuck, this is tough. Especially now that the idea has struck me that she might be bare-assed underneath those cutoffs.

Only, I know if that’s the case, I won’t be able to stop myself. I’ll be diving in headfirst without a second thought, and I’m still not fully sure that’s where this is headed. The bra is safer.

The lace garment is a singular piece, so there isn’t a clasp for me to fight with. I silently thank the universe for that—and for the easy removal of it. The flimsy piece of lace flutters to the ground, or at least I assume it does. It's out of sight and out of mind now that the most perfect pair of breasts stares back at me. And just like that day I walked in on her, they are screaming at me to come play.

“Like what you see?” Brenna asks.

Her insecurity is barely masked by her playful tone. I need to let her know that she’s beautiful. More than that. She’s perfect.

“You have no idea. I’ve been dreaming of these since that day in your room.”

“Since I accidentally shoved them in your face?” She giggles nervously.

“If you only knew what I wanted to do to them in that moment. What I’ve been fantasizing about doing to them ever since.”

“Show me.”

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BRENNA

Show me.

Show me?!

Apparently my inner sex kitten has been activated. And all it took was Milo Hayes telling me he likes my boobs.