I take her hands in mine, pinning them above her head.
“Oh, my God,” she moans when it changes the angle. Her head falls back against the wall and her eyes are at half-mast.
I kiss her neck, collarbone, and the tops of her breasts before swirling my tongue around her nipple.
“Are you close again?” I ask, feeling my own orgasm coming.
She nods. “So close. Oh, God.”
She shakes around me, her moans filling the room, and I fall right behind her.
Our hearts beat a mile a minute and she looks at me like she’s in a fog. I lower her legs and she can barely stand, so I hold her hips.
“I feel thoroughly and completely fucked,” she says with a smile.
I laugh. “Good. Now come on, let’s get cleaned up and eat. I’m starving.” She blinks up at me, lost. “Turn around,” I command.
She does as I ask and I grab the hotel’s sample shampoo bottle. I lather it into my hands and then into her hair.
She moans, leaning back into me. “Do you remember our first time?” she asks suddenly. “Well, our second time, I mean. I forget about Vegas since later felt more real.” She laughs softly.
“Yeah,” I remember.
“You washed my hair first, just like this,” she says, and even though I can’t see her I know she’s smiling.
“I did,” I agree.
“I love it when you wash my hair. It always reminds me of that time.”
“Me too.” I bend my head and kiss her shoulder before urging her back under the water to remove the soap. Thea closes her eyes and lets me rinse the shampoo from her hair before I add conditioner. Her hair is so long that I end up using the whole sample bottle of that—it’s not like I need it.
I finish her hair and then do mine. While I do that she washes her body. I watch her, I can’t help myself, and her lips tilt up in a pleased little smirk.
We get out and dry off before changing into new clothes.
“I have to do my hair and makeup,” Thea tells me.
I groan. “You’re going to take two hours.”
“It doesn’t take me that long,” she defends.
It so does, I think to myself.
She commandeers the bathroom, which leaves the suite to me.
Our room is large with lots of white, gray, and a blue that matches the color of the ocean. It’s pretty nice, and I like that we have room to move around. There’s even a small table and kitchen area, along with a couch, TV, and the bed, of course. I love that the bed is huge with a thick comforter. As much as I’d love to spend all our time in bed, we are in Greece.
I flop on the bed and grab the remote, turning on the TV.
I don’t understand a thing they’re saying, but it’s better than nothing.
I hear the blow dryer turn on and I stifle a yawn.
I cover my face with the crook of my arm. A little nap never hu
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“Xander?”