That had to be a first.
Her silence continued as he dried her with the king-size towel. Her back, her shoulders, her face and hair, gentle and thorough. Her breasts, her stomach, then he knelt to dry the backs of her legs, which meant his face was—
Ohh, my.
His tongue circled her clitoris, warm and slippery, pulled back, circled again, making her gasp. He knelt and parted her with his fingers, tasted the length of her, then settled in, licking and suckling her clitoris until her knees threatened to give way from the pleasure. She braced herself on the glass-and-tile walls of the shower and spread her legs farther, moaning when his finger slid boldly inside her, back, out and in again.
“Ames...”
“Mmm.” He sped his rhythm, understanding her need without her having to articulate it—which was good, because she wasn’t able to.
On and on he tasted her, patiently, persistently. Her orgasm teased, peered shyly around a figurative corner at some distance, then came closer, finally rushing at her in a hot charge that made her fall back against the wall as heat and ecstasy took away her awareness of anything but Ames’s talented tongue and fingers.
She came down slowly, panting, her thighs trembling, her internal muscles still contracting sporadically, making her catch her breath with residual pleasure. “Oh, my goodness.”
“You okay?” Ames stood, smiling smugly. As if he needed to ask?
“I am forever altered...” She smiled shyly back, wondering if it would prove as true as it felt, though of course he’d take it as more of her nonsense. “For one thing, I’m not sure I’ll ever walk again.”
“Uh-oh. You better let me help you.” He pried her off the wall and escorted her gallantly out of the shower as her legs gradually steadied, his cock half-hard in reaction to her orgasm. Very hot when men enjoyed oral sex that much.
“On second thought, I’m miraculously unharmed.” She retrieved the towel and wrapped it around his broad shoulders, pulling him to her for a brief peck, wanting more of those deep, lingering kisses, but afraid to get that intense again so soon. Maybe she wouldn’t even bring up wedding plans until their next date, ha-ha. Certainly for the rest of tonight she’d stay away from anything more complicated than pure fun. “But I am starving.”
“I happen to have a slightly cooled Chinese meal for two ready and waiting.” He dragged the towel across his arms and started on his legs.
“What an amazing coincidence.” She grabbed her panties and stepped into them. “Let’s turn up the heat and eat in our underwear. Pretend it’s a beach picnic.”
Ames blinked at her. She loved when he got that flustered look on his face, like, What the hell is this woman’s problem? Then he always seemed to come around.
“Okay. But...Eva...”
“Yes...Ames...?”
He grinned briefly, pulling on navy boxer briefs. “At some point we need to talk about what happened here.”
“Oh, yes, we should do that right now.” She hooked her bra behind her, nodding earnestly. “See, you were in the shower, and I decided to join you, so I stepped in, got on my knees and took your beautiful erect—”
“Uh—not quite like that.” He led her out of the bathroom into the cooler air of his condo.
“We can talk on the beach while we’re eating.”
They should talk, absolutely. Eva would say, “As far as I’m concerned, this is just for fun,” and Ames would say, “That’s what I was thinking, too,” and then they’d agree to have a wild fling for the next three weeks, during which one or both of them would fall madly in love. Certainly Eva was well on her way already. At the end of three weeks their tryst would end beautifully and tragically because she’d have to go home to wait for Zac or her next affair, whichever came first.
She wasn’t sure if all that sounded as satisfying as it usually did.
While she got spoons, forks and plates for the food—and sneaked a couple of condoms from her purse into the bag with the fortune cookies, because the night was young and so were they—Ames cranked up the heat and took the beer out of the refrigerator again.
“We can eat in here.” He led the way into the living room. “No palm trees, but the beige carpet makes for good sand.”