body. As a last resort she tried clamping her hands by her sides, but he tickled her and made her lift them.
Having lost her second to last defense, Zora wrapped her hands over her bra clad bosom in a futile attempt to hide her body and glared at him. “Get out!”
“Are you going to have a shower?” His smile had grown wider and she knew it was because he'd glimpsed her cleavage. She was a fairly well endowed woman and the brassiere she wore just barely contained her breasts at the best of times. She'd been meaning to buy some new bras, but with one thing and another she'd never managed to get around to it and now she was half spilling out of something ridiculously lacy in front of her tormentor.
“Yes, I'll have a damn shower,” she growled. She had no choice. It was have a shower or be stripped naked and she would not allow him that victory.
“Thank you ma'am, that's all I wanted,” Savage said with exaggerated courtesy as he retired from the room with that damned annoying smile still plastered all over his face.
Zora shed the rest of her clothes and got into the shower, which was hot and wonderful. As the warm water beat down on her tired skin, she almost forgot how mad she was at Savage. The memory of being half way stripped by him wasn't going to fade quickly though, as she soaped her body, she remembered the way his hands had felt on her body, strong and sure. Under other circumstances it might have been erotic to have a determined man rid her of her clothing, under other circumstances she might not have hidden her breasts from view. Under other circumstances...
BANG! BANG! BANG! Savage's palm slammed against the door. “Five minutes and out, Ms Matthews,” he called.
“Oh FUCK you!” She shrieked the words almost reflexively, then squealed when the door opened. “Don't come in here!”
His tall, broad figure was shadowy behind the frosted shower door. “If you want to keep your modesty, you'll apologize now,” he growled.
“I'm sorry,” Zora whimpered. He did not reply, but he did leave the room. She finished up quickly, dried off and wrapped herself up in a towel as tight as it was possible. She had no clothes to change into in the bathroom, so she was forced to step out into the cabin wearing nothing more than a towel. Savage was waiting for her and he did not look happy.
“Get changed and get to bed,” he snapped. “If you're not in bed by the time I get back, you'll be feeling my palm across your ass.” He strode off into the bathroom, presumably to take a shower himself, leaving Zora to get dressed quickly. Instinct told her she'd pushed him enough for one evening, so she wasted no time in rolling out her bedroll and climbing inside her sleeping bag. Once inside, she wriggled around until she was at the very edge of the sleeping platform. The fact that they had to sleep together in the same room was bad enough, she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
A few minutes later, Savage emerged from the shower. He was a stickler for his own five minute rule apparently. Zora pretended to be asleep, but she couldn't help but peek through the blonde strands of her hair as he walked across the cabin. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and she couldn't keep her eyes off his torso. Every muscle was defined and toned in a way that made her stifle a small sound of lust. He didn't walk, he stalked like a jungle cat, each one of his glorious muscles working visibly with each stride. It wasn't right to spy on him, it was completely wrong, but she was a woman with needs, needs that had long gone unsated and the sight of a mature male at the peak of physical fitness was like a beacon to her primitive brain.
He turned to face the fire, leaving his back to her and she bit her lower lip as he dropped the towel, revealing chiseled buttocks and long muscular legs. She was treated to the sight of his powerful body naked for just a moment, but it was a moment that would stay with
Having lost her second to last defense, Zora wrapped her hands over her bra clad bosom in a futile attempt to hide her body and glared at him. “Get out!”
“Are you going to have a shower?” His smile had grown wider and she knew it was because he'd glimpsed her cleavage. She was a fairly well endowed woman and the brassiere she wore just barely contained her breasts at the best of times. She'd been meaning to buy some new bras, but with one thing and another she'd never managed to get around to it and now she was half spilling out of something ridiculously lacy in front of her tormentor.
“Yes, I'll have a damn shower,” she growled. She had no choice. It was have a shower or be stripped naked and she would not allow him that victory.
“Thank you ma'am, that's all I wanted,” Savage said with exaggerated courtesy as he retired from the room with that damned annoying smile still plastered all over his face.
Zora shed the rest of her clothes and got into the shower, which was hot and wonderful. As the warm water beat down on her tired skin, she almost forgot how mad she was at Savage. The memory of being half way stripped by him wasn't going to fade quickly though, as she soaped her body, she remembered the way his hands had felt on her body, strong and sure. Under other circumstances it might have been erotic to have a determined man rid her of her clothing, under other circumstances she might not have hidden her breasts from view. Under other circumstances...
BANG! BANG! BANG! Savage's palm slammed against the door. “Five minutes and out, Ms Matthews,” he called.
“Oh FUCK you!” She shrieked the words almost reflexively, then squealed when the door opened. “Don't come in here!”
His tall, broad figure was shadowy behind the frosted shower door. “If you want to keep your modesty, you'll apologize now,” he growled.
“I'm sorry,” Zora whimpered. He did not reply, but he did leave the room. She finished up quickly, dried off and wrapped herself up in a towel as tight as it was possible. She had no clothes to change into in the bathroom, so she was forced to step out into the cabin wearing nothing more than a towel. Savage was waiting for her and he did not look happy.
“Get changed and get to bed,” he snapped. “If you're not in bed by the time I get back, you'll be feeling my palm across your ass.” He strode off into the bathroom, presumably to take a shower himself, leaving Zora to get dressed quickly. Instinct told her she'd pushed him enough for one evening, so she wasted no time in rolling out her bedroll and climbing inside her sleeping bag. Once inside, she wriggled around until she was at the very edge of the sleeping platform. The fact that they had to sleep together in the same room was bad enough, she wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
A few minutes later, Savage emerged from the shower. He was a stickler for his own five minute rule apparently. Zora pretended to be asleep, but she couldn't help but peek through the blonde strands of her hair as he walked across the cabin. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and she couldn't keep her eyes off his torso. Every muscle was defined and toned in a way that made her stifle a small sound of lust. He didn't walk, he stalked like a jungle cat, each one of his glorious muscles working visibly with each stride. It wasn't right to spy on him, it was completely wrong, but she was a woman with needs, needs that had long gone unsated and the sight of a mature male at the peak of physical fitness was like a beacon to her primitive brain.
He turned to face the fire, leaving his back to her and she bit her lower lip as he dropped the towel, revealing chiseled buttocks and long muscular legs. She was treated to the sight of his powerful body naked for just a moment, but it was a moment that would stay with
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