clothing.
I cock my head. “Why not?” I reach back to shuck off my shirt and toss it to the ground. Her eyes grow wide as the dark irises sweep over my chest, and I can’t help but puff up a little. I exercise constantly to keep my body in top form, and all of the extra enforcer training lately has bulked me up even more.
“Because I—”
Her voice cuts out as I kick off my shoes and then unceremoniously drop my pants. Just like that, I’m standing in front of her, completely nude. Her throat bobs in response, and then she looks away, and I see the most amazing sight.
I squint at it, just to be sure my eyes aren’t playing tricks on me. But no. This is happening.
“Are...are your ears blushing?” I ask in giddy disbelief.
“No,” she answers quickly.
Her hands come up, trying to cover the pretty pink tips of her ears with her hair, but it’s too late for that. She’s so damn flustered that I can’t help it, I tip my head back and laugh.
Jetta glares at me as my smile eats up my face and my whole body rocks with amusement. “The big bad Jetta blushes in her ears when she sees a naked male,” I exclaim. “I thought I’d see frozen shit in hell before I saw you do something as girly as blush, Jet Plane.”
“I don’t blush,” she argues, barely stopping herself before she moves to cover her ears again.
“Fuck, it’s adorable. It’s like you have a couple of cherry tomatoes stuck on the sides of your face.”
Her face scrunches up. “Do I need to beat your ass again?”
This just makes me laugh harder, and she rolls her eyes and starts to walk away.
“Aww, don’t leave, Jet! It looks cute!”
“Suck a sour ass!” she tosses over her shoulder.
I quickly catch up to her, and because I’m still naked, she stops in her tracks, like she’s terrified of getting too close in case my dick jumps out at her or something. I walk around her, not at all shy about being naked. In fact, I want her to look, but the stubborn female is avoiding me completely, her dark eyes trained on the trees behind me.
I hold up two fingers. “Scouts honor, I won’t tell anyone about your ears blushing if you shift and come on a run with me right now. Come on. I promise my boar won’t bite.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Pumba.”
“No?” I tease. “You sure are hesitating a lot.”
“You know what?” she says, hands on her hips and neck-deep in attitude. “I will shift.”
I clap my hands together once, rubbing them together. “Great. Get naked.”
She snorts. “You know what? You deserve this.”
Her words make the smile slip off my face. “Wait, what do you mean?”
She ignores me as she yanks out her hair tie and then kicks off her shoes.
“What do you mean, Jet?” I don’t like that smirk on her face. It looks fucking scary. “Jet?” I say again. “What kind of animal are you?”
Instead of answering, she shoves down her shorts and whips off her shirt, and then I get distracted because shit, she looks good, all curves and strength. I knew when I had her wrapped around my hips that she felt good, but she looks even better.
I forget all about being nervous for her to shift. But really, what guy wouldn’t? She looks absolutely flawless in her sports bra and boy shorts. And even though they’re nothing but simple black cotton, on her, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
But then she closes her eyes, and in the next second, she’s gone.
Just, poof. I didn’t even get to see her tits.
I blink at the spot she just was, and then my eyes snag on the pile of her clothing in the dirt, and I see something wriggle.
“Holy shit, you’re small?” I chuckle as I walk over. “I gotta admit, I thought you were gonna be a white tiger or some shit.” My laughter gets even more fucking cheery. “I swear to fuck, if you’re a cute little chipmunk, Lafe is going to lose his shit. Honey badger, my ass. I bet you’re cuddly.”
I walk over and pluck up the sports bra and shirt, ready to see what adorable little animal this spitfire really is. I lift it up slowly, see a flash of white and black, and—
“FUCK!”
I get nailed.
Right. In. The. Face.
I fall back on my ass as the fires of hell burst forth in my eyes and