We are not a couple, not like we can ever be one! Stop thinking that and fantasizing! You will only get hurt by reality! And stop looking!
She yelled inside her head.
Unfortunately, it was as if Beauty had lost control of her own eyes as they involuntarily traveled down the length of his torso, taking in the way his shirt molded to the ridges of his abs.
From her side eye, trying not to get caught, she could see the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, a detail that made her stomach flutter.
She swallowed again.
Jessie had told her that the ones with pretty faces have a small size, but that bulge doesn't look small at all. Besides, the men she's been with are not pretty faces, does it mean those sizes are big?
She paused her thoughts abruptly as she noticed something else.
The bulge is growing bigger!
Wait, is he hard?
Her heart skipped and her throbbing clit got intense.
Just then, Bruno reached for the hem of his soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare torso.
Beauty's heart skipped at the unexpected move, she swallowed hard unintentionally and started to cough out.
"Are you okay?!"
Bruno asked, worried, rubbing her back.
His nipple was almost on her face, like they were begging her to lick the water off them.
"I'm okay... I'm okay. Jesus."
She snapped in-between coughs.
Bruno got her a bottle of water.
His skin was lightly tanned, his chest firm and well-defined, with a faint sheen of moisture that made him glisten in the dim light of the car.
"Am I going to survive this?"
Beauty asked herself and collected the bottle of water.
Bruno watched her drink everything and emptied the bottle.
He never knew she could be so thirsty, that made his eyes snap wide.
He better keep that bottle of water in his car.
"Thanks".
Beauty muttered and faced the window side immediately with her face red.
Bruno smiled at her reaction.
He wasn't meant to seduce her, but it's good to see that she thinks of him that way.
"I don't mind being watched".
He murmured.
Beauty panicked, and her shoulder shook at that statement.
She slowly stole a glance at him.
She saw his biceps flex slightly as he tossed the wet shirt into the back seat, the movement was so casual yet mesmerizing to her.
She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, a warmth spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the heater running in the car.
Her gaze lingered on his broad chest, the hard lines of his muscles, and the way his body seemed to radiate strength and confidence. It was almost too much to take in; she quickly looked away again, staring out the rain-streaked window, hoping to calm the rush of emotions surging through her.
Beauty's mind whirled with thoughts she tried to push away.
She had seen him in his tailored suits, looking every bit the successful businessman, but this... this was different. He was close to her, without a shirt on, and illegally attractive.
Her heart started beating faster, her palms felt slightly sweaty, and there was a strange, intoxicating sensation in her chest, maybe her boobs too around the areolar.
As Bruno leaned back in his seat, reaching for a dry shirt from the back, his muscles moved under his skin with a fluid grace.
Beauty dared a glance back at him, catching sight of the small droplets of water that trailed down his chest.
She swallowed hard, feeling a shiver that had nothing to do with being cold.
Bruno seemed completely unaware of the impact he was having on her. Maybe he is and enjoying it!
He literally said, he loves being watched.
By anyone or just her, he need to make it clear, Beauty thought.
He put the shirt on and looked at Beauty, his eyes warm and gentle.
"Your...address?"