biceps bulging gently. He had filled out since high school. He’d always been fine, but now he was a man, a mighty fine man. Their night together then had been wonderful, strangely comforting yet blissful…How would it be now? The fabric of her suit was almost unbearably heavy against her skin.
He strode into the tub and eased into the seat opposite her. “Nice.” He splayed his arms across the rounded tile-work edge. “Want your drink?” He motioned to her glass, near his hand. She’d left it when she changed her seat.
“Sure,” she breathed out.
He took her glass and walked to her, handing her the cup. She brushed his fingers as he moved his hand away. His gaze, intense and hungry, locked on hers. She set the glass on the side without breaking her focus on him. Heat, hotter than the tub, radiated into her limbs, out to her fingers and toes, even into every pore.
“Ariella,” he said, his tone low and ragged, “you’re sure you want me here?”
“I want you.” She grasped his hand and fingered his knuckles. He stepped closer. Heat swirled around them and in her.
He grazed his hand through her hair, caressed her cheek. With eager exploration, she pushed her hands up his chest. He bent to meet her, taking her lips with his in a forceful kiss. Enclosing her in his strong arms, he brought her into his hard body. She ran her fingers along his arms, across his back. Then she tangled her hands in his thick, coarse hair.
Her breath sighed from her. Her body at once relaxed and rippled with excitement. He pulled away slightly and untied her top. With his thumbs, he circled her nipples. The buds perked under his firm touch.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” he said, his voice low. He tweaked her breasts and leaned her back onto the shallow step. He cradled her in one arm and smoothed his other hand down her collarbone, in between her breasts, over her stomach. She gazed at him. He studied her, his gaze intense. He eased off her bikini bottom, but not all the way. Her legs spread just enough for him to slide his fingers across her tenderest spot. She leaned her head into him as he smoothed his hand over her. He rubbed a finger around her clit. Her whisperings of fear silenced. She arched and pressed closer to his hard chest. His heartbeat rushed in her ear.
Stroking her, he brought her to the edge. She was safe, here in his arms. Safe to fall, to dream, to dare.
She moaned, her eyelids flickering.
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice distant.
She wrapped her arms around him. She felt it, felt his words, and the tenderness behind them.
Chapter Seven
Feeling her body respond to his touch, watching her climax, almost brought him to one. He twined his hand in her hair. He’d been hard since he saw her lounging in the tub, her perky breasts touching the surface of the water, her hair curling lightly from the steamy air. Then she’d said she wanted him—his focus centered on her. Only her.
The strength of her waves pushed at his hand. He needed to be inside her, now. Bringing her to him, he took her lips with his.
“Mmmm.” She shifted in his arms.
He held her to him and carried her out of the tub. He strode to the changing room, where he’d left his pants. She kissed his neck. He sped his stride.
Sitting with her on his lap, he rifled through his pockets until he found a condom. She shivered a bit—the temperature change was too much. He swept her up again and walked her to the shower-sauna room. He tried to set her down, but she clung to him. He held her close a moment, his body strong in the certainty of being with her.
Kissing her, he found his way to the shower switch. The steamy spray rained down on either side of them. He eased her into a shower, caressing his hands through her hair, letting the clean water rinse away the chlorine—and hopefully any thoughts of the past.
He slipped on the condom and maneuvered her toward the wall. He touched it to be sure
He strode into the tub and eased into the seat opposite her. “Nice.” He splayed his arms across the rounded tile-work edge. “Want your drink?” He motioned to her glass, near his hand. She’d left it when she changed her seat.
“Sure,” she breathed out.
He took her glass and walked to her, handing her the cup. She brushed his fingers as he moved his hand away. His gaze, intense and hungry, locked on hers. She set the glass on the side without breaking her focus on him. Heat, hotter than the tub, radiated into her limbs, out to her fingers and toes, even into every pore.
“Ariella,” he said, his tone low and ragged, “you’re sure you want me here?”
“I want you.” She grasped his hand and fingered his knuckles. He stepped closer. Heat swirled around them and in her.
He grazed his hand through her hair, caressed her cheek. With eager exploration, she pushed her hands up his chest. He bent to meet her, taking her lips with his in a forceful kiss. Enclosing her in his strong arms, he brought her into his hard body. She ran her fingers along his arms, across his back. Then she tangled her hands in his thick, coarse hair.
Her breath sighed from her. Her body at once relaxed and rippled with excitement. He pulled away slightly and untied her top. With his thumbs, he circled her nipples. The buds perked under his firm touch.
“You’re supposed to be relaxing,” he said, his voice low. He tweaked her breasts and leaned her back onto the shallow step. He cradled her in one arm and smoothed his other hand down her collarbone, in between her breasts, over her stomach. She gazed at him. He studied her, his gaze intense. He eased off her bikini bottom, but not all the way. Her legs spread just enough for him to slide his fingers across her tenderest spot. She leaned her head into him as he smoothed his hand over her. He rubbed a finger around her clit. Her whisperings of fear silenced. She arched and pressed closer to his hard chest. His heartbeat rushed in her ear.
Stroking her, he brought her to the edge. She was safe, here in his arms. Safe to fall, to dream, to dare.
She moaned, her eyelids flickering.
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice distant.
She wrapped her arms around him. She felt it, felt his words, and the tenderness behind them.
Chapter Seven
Feeling her body respond to his touch, watching her climax, almost brought him to one. He twined his hand in her hair. He’d been hard since he saw her lounging in the tub, her perky breasts touching the surface of the water, her hair curling lightly from the steamy air. Then she’d said she wanted him—his focus centered on her. Only her.
The strength of her waves pushed at his hand. He needed to be inside her, now. Bringing her to him, he took her lips with his.
“Mmmm.” She shifted in his arms.
He held her to him and carried her out of the tub. He strode to the changing room, where he’d left his pants. She kissed his neck. He sped his stride.
Sitting with her on his lap, he rifled through his pockets until he found a condom. She shivered a bit—the temperature change was too much. He swept her up again and walked her to the shower-sauna room. He tried to set her down, but she clung to him. He held her close a moment, his body strong in the certainty of being with her.
Kissing her, he found his way to the shower switch. The steamy spray rained down on either side of them. He eased her into a shower, caressing his hands through her hair, letting the clean water rinse away the chlorine—and hopefully any thoughts of the past.
He slipped on the condom and maneuvered her toward the wall. He touched it to be sure
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