Page 53 of Over the Line

With a yelp, she faced him.

“Payback for the shrinkage comment,” he informed her.

She wrinkled her nose. “I suppose that’s fair. And speaking of fair, can I dry you?”

By way of an answer, he offered his shirt.

She rubbed it across his head then shaped his hair with her fingers.

“This one piece likes to curl,” she said.

“Bane of my existence.”

“It’s cute.”

“I don’t do cute,” he said, his words all but a growl.

“Still, it’s adorable.”

He captured her wrist.

“Adorable, Sir,” she amended.

“That’s better.” With a grin, he released her.

She continued to draw the cotton down his chest. She boldly took his now-erect cock and moved it so she could dry the lower part of his stomach. Then she knelt to lick his balls.

“Damn, Sydney…”

“Oh. Oops. Seems I caused you to get damp again.” Looking up at him, she wiped a fingertip across the slit in his penis.

Then she raised the pre-ejaculate to her mouth and licked it off.

It was a good thing she had to leave soon. Otherwise he might not let her go.

Resuming her ministrations, she dried his thighs and shins. “Turn around for me.”

It took her a long time to dry his backside, even tracing up the insides of his thighs, over his perineum, and parting his buttocks to daub them.

“Not sure that part was wet.”

“Being thorough, Sir.”

“Being a temptress,” he countered. But he didn’t stop her. This kind of brattiness, he liked.

The clouds had drifted away, and the summer sun blazed. Though he’d be dry in seconds anyway, there was no way in hell he was going to stop her.

A minute or so later, she placed her hands on his waist and used him for balance as she stood.

She slid the makeshift towel across his shoulders, taking her time drying them, then his chest. Much too soon, she said, “All done.”

Michael turned to cup her shoulders.

Everything about her appealed to him, her windswept hair, compact, muscular body, and red marks—his—on her skin.

In such a short time, she’d gotten to him.

Grinning, she offered back his shirt. He shook it out, and that grabbed Chewie’s attention. The pest trotted over, angling her head as she tried to snatch it from his hand.