Talon
I relaxed on the bed, arms behind my head, watching Laura get dressed.
She didn’t have any extra clothes here, so I’d given her mine. She stepped into a pair of my boxer briefs and my c**k twitched to life as she snapped the waistband against her skin. She slid into her jeans, bouncing them up over the tight little curve of her ass, and I had to pull a blanket over myself.
I’d never gotten hard watching a woman put clothes *on* before. But she wasn’t like any other woman.
She grabbed the flannel shirt I’d given her, leaving it open at the top and buttoning it over her perfect t**s. The light glinted off her sapphire necklace as she tied the shirt up across her stomach, leaving creamy skin exposed around her waist.
And that was my cue. I groaned, hopping off the bed to get myself
