Kiara Liz Nude Novels & Stories

And that knowledge is the only reason I’m still breathing normally. She grins suddenly. “Also, I think I’d rock a spotted loincloth like a frickin pro.” Great. Now my brain supplies an unsolicited mental image — Kiara in some leopard-skin, barely-there bikini thingy, regal as hell, strutting around like an African princess. I snort. Stress is wild like that. The nurse calls my name, slicing through the moment, and Kiara doesn’t let go of my hand as we stand. She keeps it clasped in hers as if the floor might give way beneath me.

Brett stared at Kiara wearing nothing but jewelry. He was hard as rock and he was trying hard to control himself. “I swear, if you wore the strings they made you wear, I’m gonna end this night.” “Well, I have a better idea.” She winked as she put on a bikini that only covered her nipples and her front part and the rest were strings. He exhaled and shook his head. “What would you think I would wear before we make love?” She grimaced at him.