magnificent sight of her, so tall, so curvy, standing there in the shower with the ocean just beyond the thick windows that lined the entire wall. Looking at her got my blood pumping.
There were no glass partitions to separate the shower from the bathroom, merely several feet of tile to contain the water. The shower ran the entire length of one wall with numerous shower heads mounted on narrow columns jutting up from between six-foot-wide sheets of glass that practically brought the outdoors in. From where she stood, she had a perfect view of the Caribbean, and I had a perfect view of her highlighted by the sun streaming in.
“Would you like to join me?” she asked, gifting me with that sexy smile that I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully get used to.
“I would, yes,” I said as I strolled toward her.
She stepped back under the spray, the water sluicing over all that smooth pale skin.
Braelyn laughed when I waltzed right in, still dressed in my jeans and T-shirt.
“Couldn’t wait long enough to undress,” I informed her as I backed her against the glass.
Instantly her arms wreathed my neck and my mouth fused to hers.
Soft.
She was so fucking soft, my hands gliding over all those glorious curves starting with the rounded globes of her lovely ass, up over her hips, higher. I paused to cup her breasts, lightly brushing my thumbs over her pebbled nipples.
Sweet.
She tasted so damn sweet, her tongue languidly moving against mine, her fingers teasing the nape of my neck. Again, I found kissing her was the highlight of my day and wondered why I’d tortured myself by staying away.
Warm.
Her skin was warm and smelled like lavender and musk, a sexy scent that was unique to her. It gave me an idea for a new perfume, one that I would have made specifically for her.
“You’ve been busy today,” she said, tilting her head as I trailed my lips along her jaw.
“Too busy,” I admitted. “Because this is where I wanted to be.”
“Mmm.” Her lips found mine, her tongue teasing briefly before I took over the kiss once more.
When I shifted my lips back to her neck, she mumbled softly, “Do you have more work to do?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Then what’re we waiting for?” Her hands slid beneath my drenched T-shirt, pushing it higher. I paused long enough to drag it over my head, dumping it onto the floor.
Her gaze snagged on the key I kept on a leather strap around my neck, but she didn’t ask about it. Instead, she started working the button on my jeans, so I kissed her again, inhaling her this time, heat churning not only from the water but now from the fire she ignited in my blood. I hadn’t been lying when I told her this was my new addiction. Kissing her, feeling her soft tongue gliding against mine, hearing those sweet whimpers as she attempted to get closer. It was the only thing I could think about.
Last night, after we’d shared an uneventful yet delightful dinner on the veranda overlooking the ocean, I’d managed to keep my hands to myself. Mostly. It hadn’t been easy not taking her to my bed last night, spending long hours devouring every inch of her, but I’d managed. I’d promised myself I would slow things down, and I considered my self-restraint a tremendous feat.
But that restraint had dried up the instant I saw her, and right now, the only thing I wanted was to be inside her, to feel the tight clasp of her pussy milking my cock.
When Braelyn freed my cock from the soaked denim, I pulled back, shoving the jeans down my legs while her hands caressed up her body, pausing to cup her breasts.
Fuck me. She was sensational.
“Don’t stop,” I encouraged as I kicked my jeans aside, taking my cock in hand, stroking firmly.
“I’d rather be touching you,” she said boldly, reaching for me.
I watched as she stroked me from root to tip, her pale fingers a striking contrast against my blood-engorged shaft.
I placed my hand over hers, tightening her fist, increasing the friction as she slid up and down my length. When she looked up at me, I brushed my thumb over her lower lip. Braelyn surprised me, sucking my thumb into her mouth.
“Dirty girl.” I tightened my fingers around hers, increased the pace of her hand.
There was such innocence in her amber eyes, but there was an undeniable passion. So much heat.
She released my thumb, running her tongue along the seam of