Gawking lower, I can’t help but smile as I see what will forever be my favorite part of her, one little freckle on her chest, perfectly in the middle, right above her cleavage...my new North Star. Barely covered now by green material, I see her breasts are ample and perfect. My fingertips itch to graze across them.
She knows I’m looking, her nipples harden and poke against her suit and she moves her sculpted arms higher to cover her tell. I love her modesty. Once she’s mine, I know she’ll never let anyone else see or touch what belongs to me. I’ll bet anything she’s a virgin and as caveman as it may be, it brings out every territorial feeling possible within me.
Her stomach is flat, but has a womanly curve to it, along with her hips; she has the perfect mix of athletic tone and downiness. Those legs, they seem to go on forever, and they, too, show she plays some ball. I lift my eyes to hers and twirl one finger in the air, telling her to turn around for me, and she does.
“Slowly,” I grunt. Fuck me, I knew her ass was nice, clothes don’t hide that, but my dick didn’t go hard looking at it until now. It’s high and tight, perfection. I’ve always been an ass man, but now I’m a Laney Man; damn she’s hot. I have to admit to myself, though; I honestly like her just as much in her princess jammies. Absolutely adorable.
I walk up to her back and place one hand softly on her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her tremble at my touch. You’ll learn that touch, Laney. You and I will one day speak with no words. “Come on, Disney, let’s get in. The hot tub will do you good.” I breathe onto her neck and watch the goosebumps appear over her arms.
“Okay,” she whispers.
Slowly, I guide her into the water, my hand at the small of her back. Her skin is like silk, I have to reign in the temptation to pummel her to the ground and ravage her. Once we’re settled in the warm water, I see her visibly relax some; she’s always wound so tight. She always has a guard up, her eyes always hold just a tinge of fright. Earning her trust will be my greatest accomplishment; I already know this on a molecular level.
“Dane, why are you so nice to me?” she mutters, not looking at me.
Oh, this sweet woman before me. Are people not usually nice to her? How can that possibly be? She’s amazing. “I told you, Disney, there’s something about you I like, a lot.”
“Even after my hysterics tonight?”
She’s so worried about that, I actually thought it was pretty cute. Her cheeks were all red, barefoot, wet hair, spitting mad...ya, she’s something to behold. I love that part of her anger was jealousy. Even though she may not fully understand it yet and feels guilty about it; she’s jealous and I like it.
“Especially after your hysterics tonight. You let go. I liked seeing it. I knew you had a fire in you the moment I met you, and tonight it came out—I’m glad.” Oh yeah, little fireball had threatened to take a bat to Whitley the first night I met her, classic.
I could’ve killed Whitley for falling all over me tonight, again. That girl needs to lay off. I don’t want Laney to think I’m in any way unavailable to her or that I would ever give Whitley the time of day. I’m every bit as picky as Laney is...and I pick Laney.
Laney was so upset tonight that she’d revealed a lot more than I’m guessing she normally would. Laney and Evan haven’t been talking, and she’d seemed more upset that he hasn’t called than at the possibility of him sleeping with other girls. In our close knit group, people talk, so I know he’s not her boyfriend, yet she hadn’t corrected me tonight when I referred to him as such.
There’s something off about it all, but one thing I’m sure of now—I have a window. The instant, overwhelming obsession I’ve developed for this girl now doesn’t seem so farfetched. For the first time, I can dare to let myself see the real possibility of having this girl for my own. But I have to tread lightly. I already know her well enough to know she won’t pursue “us” seriously while anything with him is unsettled; she won’t hurt him...it’s this very character I adore. Laney’s a good person, she’s loyal and she’s honest.
She takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly. “I told you a lot tonight; things I don’t talk about, ever. I feel exposed now, vulnerable. Just when you were convinced I’m all cool anti-drama girl, I spew pretty much everything wrong in my life, all at once.”
Her chuckle is insincere, she doesn’t really think this is funny and she’s horrified that I might suspect she’s crazy; I don’t. I think she’s radiant and mesmerizing; and all alone for the first time, a bit scared.
“Don’t. I will never use your weaknesses against you. Besides, I have plenty of other weapons in my arsenal.” I wink at her to lighten the mood, but inside I know it’s a monumental step—she already opened up to me so she trusts me on some level; and I her. “Would you like some more wine?” I’m not trying to get her drunk; I truly just want to see her relax. I want to hear anything she needs to unload. I want to see her smile.
“I better not; I’m not really a drinker.”