on her dress, she nods encouragingly. “Go ahead,” she says quietly.
Swallowing hard, I lift the dress off her body, trying very fucking hard not to look down. I know I already saw her naked earlier, but I was too pissed off and surprised to really look at her.
This...this is different. I don’t even know this girl, and yet here I am, taking care of her and dressing her in my clothes. It’s surreal and so completely unlike me. I don’t know how to analyze it yet.
I’m careful to always keep myself aloof. Apart. No commitments, that’s my rule. I’ve never had trouble with that before. So why is this woman effecting me?
As soon as I get the disgusting dress off her, I stretch out the collar of the t-shirt and pass it over her head, but I pause when I notice the huge tattoo of red-feathered wings along the entire expanse of her back.
“Holy shit,” I say, not even thinking when I reach out and skim the exquisite red lines with my fingers.
She instantly shivers, and fuck, seeing her skin pebble with chills, right there beneath the piece of art on her back, it’s the kind of raw beauty that I’ve never taken the time to notice before.
Her head swivels to the side so she can look over her shoulder. “What?” she asks, her voice a little breathy.
Snapping out of my awe, I force myself to drop my hand. “Your wings tattoo. It’s remarkable. It must’ve taken hours.”
Her eyebrows shoot up, and an indecipherable look crosses her face before she replies. “Not as long as you’d think,” she mumbles.
Taking one last look at the incredibly lifelike detail of the red feathers, I finish helping her dress. I slip her arms into the short sleeves of the shirt, but when I accidentally brush against the curve of her very generous breast, my cock leaps up like a dog who wants to go out.
This was a bad idea.
I finish getting her situated as quickly as possible, pulling the hem all the way down to skim her thighs. My eyes rake over her, and yes, this was definitely a bad idea, because now she’s in my damn shirt, and the sight is doing something to me.
She sighs a little. “Now I’m gonna have to tell Hummingbird Judy that I ruined the dress from the communal clothes bin.”
Shaking my head to clear out the foreign thoughts swimming in my brain, it takes me a moment to unravel her words. “What?”
She nods her head at the clothes I tossed aside. “The dress I borrowed.”
“Your nudist colony has a communal clothes bin?”
“Mm-hmm. It’s very convenient.”
Convenient, indeed. I guess the communal clothes bin didn’t have a bra for her to borrow, because I just confirmed that she definitely isn’t wearing one.
Fucking hell, Warren. Get your shit together and stop thinking about her like that.
“Right. Well...I’m sure they’ll understand,” I tell her. “Are you ready?”
She glances at me warily. “Ready for what?”
“I’m going to help you into bed.”
Her brown eyes widen in panic. “No. Don’t make me,” she whines. “I can’t move! My stomach is gonna flip out, and I’ll projectile all over your marble countertops. Marble, Warren. You’re not supposed to get vomit on marble. Even I know that.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. Fuck, she’s not even trying to be amusing, and I’ve been more entertained by her in one day than I have by any other woman in months.
“You need rest, and you can’t get that by sleeping on the bathroom floor.”
“Don’t underestimate me,” she retorts.
Rolling my eyes, I lean down and place my hands under her arms, our faces just inches away. “Put your arms around my neck.”
She sighs quietly. “Fine. It’s your marble’s funeral,” she grumbles before wrapping her hands around me, her fingertips brushing over my skin in featherlight touches. “Don’t drop me.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise her quietly.
I pick her up as gently as I can, surprised at the effortless way her body fits against mine. She makes a little whimper as I carry her out of the bathroom and over to the bed, but I’m mindful to keep my steps nice and smooth, and I hold her securely against my chest as she practically melts into me.
It’s a strange feeling, holding someone like this. All I’ve ever done with a woman is fuck her, and to be honest, I’ve had no interest lately in even doing that.
I’ve already turned the blankets down on the bed, so I set her