Her rainbow hair contrasted beautifully against the mint of her pillowcase, and her fair skin nearly matched the cream of her bedspread. “Do you want me to?”
“I want you.” The words were breathy, and I swallowed hard.
“Let me find you some pj’s,” I told her, heading for the closet.
“I think sleeping naked is supposed to be better for the skin.” I froze before turning back to look at her. She sat up, studying me carefully. She’d drawn her lip back into her mouth now, and her nerves were evident despite the bold declaration.
“I think I’ve heard that somewhere,” I replied. I knew she needed rest, but she needed to play as well. She’d been denied fun as much as she had been denied sleep. If she wanted to play with me, I’d go wherever she directed.
“You know, that shirt of yours is awfully uncomfortable looking. I’m sorry I got it wet.” She peered up at me through her lashes, her blue eyes dancing. “I think I have a stain stick if you want to treat it before the stain sets.”
“Always thinking of others,” I teased, glancing down at my shirt. The wet spot from her tears had dried already. “You do have a point.” I reached up and flicked open the top button on my blouse, then the next. I had no issue with nudity, so if she had hoped to embarrass me, she had picked a game she wasn’t going to win. One by one I slipped the buttons from their holes until my blouse hung open. Pixie’s eyes weren’t sleepy anymore as she watched me run my fingers up and down the gap in my shirt, over the tops of my breasts, and down my stomach to the waistband of my skirt. I shrugged my shoulders, letting the fabric pool on the floor as I drew my fingers back up, tracing the front clasp of the white bra I wore. “You know, I think this may have a stain on it too.” I flipped the clasp, letting it slide apart. Pixie drew in a sharp breath as it followed my shirt to the floor.
“You’re beautiful.” Her words were a whisper, but I didn’t need them to see she truly believed it. I could read it in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated and how her gaze tracked across my body, and see it in the way her fists clenched and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“Do you want pajamas after all?” I wanted to play, but I didn’t want to push too far. This was always going to be her choice. Her eyes met mine, and that smirk I loved crossed her lips as her chin lifted into the air.
She shrugged and dropped her towel to the floor, not bothering to lift the sheet to cover herself. “Whoops. I guess since I’m already naked I may as well stay this way.” I couldn’t have agreed more. Pixie’s skin was fair, and a scattering of golden freckles danced across her body as if she’d had glitter splashed across her skin. I wondered if those spots would taste as good as they’d look. Pixie moaned, and I moved my gaze up her body. “When you look at me like that, I feel like you’re deciding how you want to devour me.”
“You’re not wrong.” I reached for the zipper on my skirt, sliding it free with ease, leaving me in purple silk panties that I would never tell her I chose because they matched the color and texture of her hair. “Lie with me?” She drew back the covers, the cream comforter hiding the mint sheets that matched the pillows, and slipped in, letting me crawl in behind her. I pulled her against me, unable to resist the sigh of pleasure that slipped from my lips as her warm body molded itself to mine. I slid my glasses off, laying them on the bedside table so I could bury my face in her hair as I wrapped her tightly in my arms.
She traced patterns lightly against my skin, first across my arm, then down my stomach, making the muscles there quiver and flex as she circled my belly button. “Not ticklish, hm?” Her tone was almost sulky, and I chuckled.
“No. You’ll have to find different ways to extort favors from me, I’m afraid.” I stroked my fingers through her hair, drinking in her scent even as her fingers drove me to distraction.