his chest, down his abs, savoring his taut, warm skin, my pale hands against his bronze skin. “How about we take this in the shower?”
His eyes light up.
A shower.
A fucking proper shower.
We’re a tangle of lips and tongue as we make our way to the bathroom, Tai pulling my dress and bikini over my head. His hands slide down to my underwear, but I went commando after I arrived in Fiji, kicking my last pair of undies to the curb.
“You’re full of surprises,” he says, reaching around and taking a firm hold of my ass with both his hands, bunching them up as he leans down to kiss me.
God, I love kissing this man.
If this continues, I won’t even make it into the shower.
Spurred by that thought, I open the shower door and turn the water on. Watching it pour from the rain head attachment makes me all sorts of giddy. I put my hand through the stream, testing it.
“It’s hot!” I cry out happily. “Hot water!”
“Not the only thing raising my temperature,” Tai says, stepping in the shower with me, completely naked. As usual, his erection could poke a girl’s eye out.
I grin at him and pump a few squirts of coconut-scented body wash out of the bottle, before lathering up my hands and sliding them down the thick length of his cock.
“You don’t waste any time,” he moans, closing his eyes.
“But I’m going to take my time with you.” I grin.
I start pumping my fist up and down his cock, until his breath gets sharper, then I start bringing the soapy suds all over his body, cleaning him from head to toe.
“This is torture,” he says through a stilted groan, his head back, the water running down the strong planes of his handsome face. “When is it my turn?”
I take his hand and squirt more body wash in his palm. “Now,” I tell him, standing under the stream.
It. Feels. So. Good.
He looks at me, his gaze burning with raw desire, then crouches down low. He puts his hands at my ankles and then slowly brings his palms up along my calves, the back of my knees, the inside of my thighs. His touch is light, slick, slippery.
I’m shuddering, anticipating his fingers.
When they find me, already wet, they stroke soft and slow.
I never knew how much I needed this.
With one hand continuing to slide over my sensitive parts, the other slides up over my belly, up to my breasts. He palms me, feeling the weight in his hand, then hooks his thumb around my nipple.
I gasp, squeezing around his fingers as they gently push inside.
He continues to work me with both hands, my nipple a hard pebble against his thumb, ecstasy spreading outward until it feels like my spine is a lighted Roman candle.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my eyes pinching shut.
He covers my open mouth with his, his tongue slipping inside, teasing mine, pulling me into a deep, searing kiss.
In seconds, I am seeing stars.
“Fuck, Tai,” I manage to say. “Oh, god.”
He grunts in return, working me until I am weightless, my legs shaking, my body quaking with unfiltered bliss. I feel like I’m made of stars and sunsets and sunrises and everything bright in the universe.
“Feel better?” he whispers against my mouth, smiling.
I stare at him in a daze, my eyes heavy. “Yes,” I croak.
“Good. Time for your hair,” he says, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around. He squirts shampoo into his hand and starts lathering up my hair, his strong fingers digging deep.
Have you ever come, hard, and then had your head massaged?
Dear lord, I’m in freaking heaven here.
Then, while the conditioner sits, I do the same to him.
Like a sexual spa day.
Finally, when we’re all clean and dry, we make our way over to the bed.
It’s king-sized with soft covers, and the moment Tai pushes me back onto the bed, I know how easy it would be to fall asleep here.
But the sight of him naked as he climbs on the bed, his big body prowling over me, pushes the idea of sleep to the back of my mind.
I am in love with this man.
And he is in love with me.
Every cell in my body feels so damn alive.
He plants his elbows on either side of me, holding my face in his hands. My legs spread for him, his heavy cock resting on my stomach.
“I love you,” he tells me, voice hoarse. He’s looking so deep into my eyes that I feel