Page 52 of Filthy Beautiful
“You’re gonna burn if you fall asleep out here long.”
“Thanks for your concern. I have sunscreen…” She trailed off, frowning at me.
And something shifted between us.
Couldn’t say what it was, but she dropped the attitude a bit, maybe. Her body softened and she glanced at me a couple times, like she was weighing something in her head… making some kind of decision.
“I should probably flip over, though…”
Then she did flip over. She stretched out on her stomach on the lounge chair right in front of me.
I stared at the little triangle of white fabric covering her ass.
Make thatbarelycovering her ass. I may have drooled a little bit.
She glanced back at me. “Um… Do you think you could just… do the spots I couldn’t reach?”
I blinked at her. “Huh?”
“Sunscreen. It’s right there on the table.”
I looked over at the bottle. Then I stared at her some more. It wasn’t like I’d never had a chick ask me to put sunscreen on her body before. But this did not compute.
“On your back?”
She scowled at me over her shoulder. “Yeah. The part I can’t reach. I can reach my butt just fine, so don’t get any ideas.”
I made no move toward the sunscreen. “You really know how to get what you want in life, don’t you.”
She made that little huffing sound I was getting so used to. “I meant to say please. It just didn’t come out.”
“Right.”
I picked up the sunscreen—was I really doing this?
Yes. Yes I was.
I opened the bottle and squirted lotion into my hand.
Because I was weak.
At least, when it came to this girl, I was weaker than shit.
Don’t do this.
You do not want to do this.
I smeared the lotion on my hands and then leaned in, ignoring the voice in my head that told me to stop. Because fucking right, I wanted to do this.
Do not touch her.
I touched my fingertips to her back. Gently. I was half-expecting her to jump again, or scream or something.
She didn’t.
Do not start rubbing lotion on her.
I started rubbing lotion on her.
