Take by Abbi Cook

Author:Abbi Cook [Cook, Abbi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Vine Media LLC

Chapter Fourteen

Trace

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“You know, you can take the towel off,” I say while I playfully tug at the thing keeping me from seeing Chantel’s beautiful body at the moment. “It’s only the two of us here, and after that round in the bathtub, we’re pretty much a wide open book, don’t you think?”

She wriggles away from me on the bed, giggling as she tightens the knot in that damn towel. “I think I’m just not as hedonistic as you are. Lying around on someone’s bed in a strange house buck naked feels odd.”

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and pull her to me. God, she feels so warm against my skin. “Think of it like a hotel, only cleaner. And more private.”

Chantel turns to look over her shoulder at me, and I can’t help but lost in those beautiful green eyes. Maybe that’s how she’s done it, how she’s convinced me I can’t live without her. Maybe she’s hypnotized me somehow with them.

Not that I care how she did it. Unlike her, I don’t want to question what this is or why it feels so good. I just want to enjoy it.

“Have you always been this comfortable in your skin?”

I roll her over so she’s facing me. She looks so cute lying there with her arms curled up in front of her holding that towel close to her. We just finished fucking like banshees in that tub she swore was the best thing in the world, and I know she came twice, but still she insists on this modesty thing that keeps her beautiful body hidden from me.

“What I can’t figure out is why you aren’t comfortable in yours. You’re a gorgeous woman with an incredible body, Chantel. Why not show it off?”

She shrugs and gives me a sheepish look. “I don’t think I’m uncomfortable in my own skin. I’m just not as comfortable as you are. It’s not like the night I met you I was wearing a sack or anything even close to that. My gold dress barely covered anything.”

I reach out and cover her hand holding the towel with mine. “No, you weren’t wearing a sack. I think most of the men at that ball walked around with hard ons all night because of you. But look at you now. You’re still clinging to that towel like Rose to that piece of wood.”

Wrinkling her nose, Chantel smiles and shakes her head. “A Titanic reference right after saying I made a crowd of mostly old men hard. Should I take either one of those as a compliment?”

“Definitely the old men getting hard just looking at you. Did you see how ancient some of those men were? I’d guess at least half of them rely on the blue pill to do anything and the other half haven’t had any fun with their dicks for years.”

Her smile fades, and she looks away over my shoulder. “There were other beautiful women there that night, so don’t exaggerate. I’m sure they had an effect on those old men too.

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