Page 20 of Depths of Destruction
"I'll just run down to the corner store when we get back to camp."
I chuckle. "What size are your feet?"
"Seven."
"And clothing?"
"Six. Why?"
"I'll send one of the guys to town to pick up some items today."
"Thank you."
"You haven't seen if they can coordinate outfits yet," I tease then take her hand. "Watch where you step. There are a lot of sticks around here."
When we get to the bank, I set the backpack down and take everything out. We brush our teeth. I remove my boots and shirt then drop my pants so I'm only in my underwear.
Naomi's eyes widen as she checks me out. When her eyes meet mine, she turns her face away, but I see the sexy pink crawl onto her cheeks again.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
"I'll let you use the soap first," I tell her.
She looks back and slowly removes her shirt before she unzips the back of her skirt. It falls to the ground, and I swallow the knot forming in my throat.
Her nude-colored bra is see-through. The darkness of her areolas is the devil tempting me. Her panties are mesh, and when she steps down into the water, her thong displays her smooth ass.
Jesus, I want to suck those cheeks.
Blood pumps hard in my veins. Heat rages through my cells. My body aches with need and desire for her.
She spins with her hand on her hip. In a flirty tone, she asks, "Are you coming in?"
"Yeah." It comes out as a growl, and she bites on her lip.
Way to be smooth.
I stand next to her and hand her the soap, trying my hardest not to stare as she rubs it on her body.
"Give me the soap for a moment, please." I hold my hand out, and she gives it to me. After I lather it in my hands, I hand it back to her and step behind her. I move her hair to the front of her body and glide my hands across her shoulders.
She freezes.
"You have dirt on your back."
She quietly replies, "Thanks."
I linger on her skin and circle my thumbs near her neck. "You've got knots." I step forward. My body grazes hers.
She inhales sharply and leans her head back slightly. Her eyelids are shut. I'm tempted to kiss them, but I refrain and continue massaging her.
Her skin is smoother than I imagined. I slip my fingers under her bra straps, slowly lowering them down the sides of her arms.
She tilts her head up, and her blue eyes pierce into mine. The rise and fall of her chest quickens; her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink.
She's a target. Don't take advantage of her.
I rinse the soap off her back and reposition her bra straps then step away from her to clean myself up.
