Page 211 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“What about it?”

“Why are you wearing it?” I blink, looking up at her face.

“Uh… I don’t have anything else right now? Do you want me to walk around naked?” she jokes, continuing to work the smaller towel over her hair.

“Yes.”

She pauses, her eyes widening slightly. “You’re joking, right?”

“No.” I grin. “Lola Girl, if I had it my way, you’d be naked twenty-four seven.”

I love the blush that creeps over her cheeks. It makes her look shy all of a sudden, as if she didn’t just get fucked within an inch of her life just an hour ago.

“I don’t think Callie would like seeing her best friend naked.”

“Who cares what Callie thinks? If she doesn’t like it, she can go somewhere else.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Here.” I hold out the t-shirt that’s fisted in my hand. “Wear this.”

She takes the shirt and unfolds it. Biting her bottom lip, she looks up at me. “Thanks.”

“Where are you going?” I ask her as she turns around, heading for the bathroom.

“To get changed,” she says, looking over her shoulder.

“Babe, we just spent the past hour fucking you naked in thecemetery. You don’t need to be modest around us. Trust me, we’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

This new side of Nola is going to be something we have to get used to. So when she gives me a sexy, little, temptress of a smile, I groan.

She lets the towel she was using to dry her hair drop to the ground, her wet strands hang over her shoulders. She slowly pulls open the towel that's around her body, being a naughty little tease.

“You’re just being mean now,” I growl playfully.

She giggles, and while it’s a fairly new sound, I fucking love it.

She lets it drop to the ground, and my eyes go right to her pussy. Blonde hair dusts her mound, short and well-kept.

Most of the women I’ve been with shave, and that’s how I’ve typically liked it but the hair on Nola? It’s fucking sexy.

I bite my lip, arousal flooding my system.

My eyes slowly trail up her body, stopping at her round, perky breasts.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my cock twitching at the sight of her stunning body.

I pout when she pulls one of my shirts over her head, letting it drop down, covering her body. “Hey!” I huff. “I was enjoying the view.”

She’s grinning when I bring my attention back up to her face, this playful little smile stretching across her face.

Getting to my feet, I walk toward her, closing the space between us. “Hi,” she whispers as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me.

“Hey, Lola Girl,” I growl as I capture her lips with mine.

She moans, melting against me. My tongue glides along her lips, demanding to be let in.

Granting me access, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and cup the back of her head. I kiss her like she’s the very air I need to breathe.