Once out of his reach again, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and doubled, sliding them slowly down her legs. Her boy shorts exposed two slivers of brown skin beneath their hem. Two moon-like crescent, a taunting tease of the whole round. He could easily make out both rounds, both ass cheeks, tight in the lacy cotton fabric. She'd chosen red today, a color that never ceased to stand out against her milky brown skin. It made the copper tones glow. His eyes were riveted to those crescents and the darkness that lay between them. Was that hair? Was it just shadow? How long until he would know? How long until he could tear them off with his teeth and taste everything beneath?
She looked over her shoulder, reading his mind. "Don't get any ideas. I'm taking those off."
Day 8
