28 His Finger

Faye's POV

“Don't waste the rest of the oranges. Where should we put the lovely oranges?”

I was stunned, and a ridiculous and bold idea came to my mind.

"No!" My first reaction was NO.

I subconsciously covered my pants.

Liam gently took my hand away, but he was so strong that I couldn't resist him.

"It'll be fun..."

He looked down at my hand. My garden was burning with his stare.

"Your crevices tell me..." his finger went down. My heart tightens and throbs with trepidation. His finger made a few faint strokes outside my garden, and I trembled to hear him say, "She's dying to try something exciting."

"W. . . What?" I stammered suddenly.

Leander put his hand on the belt of my pants and slowly helped me take them off.

A few thin hairs showed. Shit! I can't believe I didn't think of waxing!

My pants were easily pulled down onto my shins, and its crotch was almost soaked to the point of wringing out water.

Leander picked up my pants erotically and sniffed.

"Smells good."