Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,63

junior year in college, when I had sex in the shower with a guy. That was over a year ago, and I bit my lip feeling like it had been way too long since someone had touched me.

Way too long since I had let myself go.

“Hey, you look lost,” said the guy who had stopped to smile earlier. He had long hair like Kyle, but there were a few piercings in this guy’s ears, and his bare chest revealed more skin than I had ever seen of Kyle’s. The rugged, unshaved look worked for me, and I found my eyes grazing to the tanned, bare-skinned space above his shorts.

“No, I’m not lost, just headed to the sauna. The map said it was this way,” I said, pointing down the path.

“Want me to walk you there?” he asked. “You look like you could use a helping hand.” I flashed my light in his eyes, wondering if he was serious. I had no interest in cheese-balls. His eyes were red, and he was clearly stoned.

“Um, thanks, but I’m fine.” I smiled tightly and kept walking. Sure, I was horny, but not for a guy who was more inebriated than me. I looked back as I walked away and saw that his eyes lingered on me as well. For a split second, I imagined them lingering on all of me, but then I kept walking.

I paused at the entrance to the soaking tubs, wanting to get my bearings. There were about a dozen people relaxing in them. I noticed, with my cheeks blushing, that the water gave a clear view of the people in the tubs.

Willow was right: everyone took advantage of the clothing optional status of this spa.

Women and men of all shapes and sizes were enjoying themselves under the full moon, and I noticed a few couples resting closely together. I couldn’t imagine myself doing that here; my body would betray me.

If I was close up next to a naked guy right then, I wouldn’t have been able to contain myself. I’d need to jump out of the tub and find a bathroom stall to rub myself down. My body responded so easily, and I thought it was because it had been so long since I had really been satisfied.

Walking past the tubs, I opened a wooden door and let myself into a dressing area outside of the sauna. I slipped off my robe and boots and grabbed a towel from the stack. Adjusting the triangle cups of my top, I took a deep breath.

I’d been worried I wouldn’t be able to get my mind off work, but that clearly wasn’t a problem for me. And my friends didn’t seem to matter, either. Even though they were the whole reason we were on this trip, suddenly all I could think about was how badly I needed a man to touch me.

Chapter Three

The dry sauna was thick with hot air, and my shoulders relaxed immediately as my skin soaked up the heat. It was dark, but small windows near the ceiling let in a bit of moonlight.

I bit my lip, realizing everyone here also took heed of the clothing optional status of this part of the property. There were three levels of benches stacked around the sauna, with wooden walls paneling us in. Two women sat quietly near one another, their breasts hanging for me to see, and a couple of guys sat on different benches, their cocks resting between their legs.

Thankfully, it was dark enough that I couldn’t get a clear view—not that I wanted to. Sure, they were naked, but this wasn’t some orgy retreat. People were just relaxing without their clothes on. Nothing more than that, I told myself, as I set my towel on the highest bench and exhaled.

I closed my eyes and felt my skin begin to drip with sweat. I leaned back and let the drama of my friends and the stresses of work continue to evaporate into the air around me. The door opened and closed a handful of times, but I kept my eyes shut and just reveled in the quiet. Completely relaxed, I decided to lie down on my towel.

I opened my eyes and realized I was alone. everyone else must have cleared out while I rested. Feeling a bit more free, I glanced nervously around the empty room. Sweat dripped between my breasts and across my thighs.

Remembering how I’d felt when I walked past the guys in the serenity garden, and my