“Because I said it,” Richard says, sucking on his drink. He swallows. “But when I said it, I meant the both of you. You’d have to be a complete imbecile to not see that she loves you too.”
I laugh, putting my hand at the back of Tai’s neck. “He’s right, you know. You can be a complete imbecile.”
“Is that all he’s right about?” Tai asks, so sweet, so hopeful.
I burst into the biggest smile. “No. He’s right in that I love you. I love you and you’re an idiot for thinking otherwise.”
Tai’s face cracks open, more fucking beautiful than ever. The joy reaches his eyes.
“You mean that?” he asks.
“I really do,” I tell him. The words seem to flow out of me now. “I love you Tai Wakefield.”
He shakes his head subtly, as if in awe, his dark eyes searching mine. Looking for the truth.
Then he finds it.
And it’s real.
He kisses me again. A kiss that pulls me under, a kiss that lifts me up.
Eventually, I become fully aware that we’re making out in the bar and making everyone uncomfortable, so it’s no surprise that Lacey and Richard tell us they’ll see us later. After everyone settles up with the bill, Tai grabs my hand and takes me straight back to the hotel.
We barely make it inside the hotel room before we’re attacking each other like crazed animals, hands and mouths everywhere. I just really want that ugly tie-dye shirt off him, so I’m yanking it impatiently over his head and tossing it to the floor.
“That’s more like it,” I tell him, running my hands over 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.