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My bikini top floats away, a strip of blue fabric.
“Jesus,” he mutters, eyes downcast between us. The pained look on his face sends my heartbeat racing. Excitement and adrenaline push through my veins with every pulse.
He uses his hands, and I let my head fall forward, my forehead on his, as his fingers tug and tease. It’s been a long time since a man’s hands were on me. His touch makes me more aware of my body, too. It’s as if I’ve come alive under his admiration. Like I’m existing more in this moment than I have been for months.
He pulls me tighter against him, my breasts crushing against his chest, and kisses my neck. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs the words into my wet skin.
I relax into his embrace. “Am I?”
“Yes.” His hands slide down my body. “Your body, your smile, your dark eyes, your hair… it’s been driving me crazy. The long, light-brown mass of it. And these curves?”
His hands tighten around my hips, his eyes on mine appear a darker blue. There’s a hungry question in them.
“It’s been a long time,” I murmur, “since I did… any of this.”
He smiles. “You’re doing great.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Yes. Faultless, really.”
“Top of my class?”
“Definitely.”
I tighten my legs around him, locking them together behind his back. He gives a low groan as our bodies come in even closer contact. “See?” he mutters. “You’re acing it.”
“I always was a teacher’s pet.”
“I knew it,” he murmurs and kisses me again. Warm lips and even warmer hands grip my ass and pull me tight against him. We kiss for a very long time. We kiss until I feel like I’m one with the water around me and so ready for more that it’s an almost painful ache inside of me.
I wonder if he knows that, if that’s his goal, if my littleit’s been a long timehad made him do this.
Kiss me like he’d be content to do this forever.
“God, Eden,” he whispers, mouth at my jaw. “The way you’re grinding against me…”
My hips stop their movement, and a blush races up my cheeks. “Oh.”
“Don’t stop,” he mutters, and there’s a bit of roughness in the tone, too. “I just don’t want to… rush things here.”
“Good,” I moan. It’s been seven years of sex with the same person, and my nerves are like a tight bundle in the pit of the stomach, competing with the desire.
“Good?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.”
His hands slide down, and then move further, hovering at the waistline of my bikini bottoms. “Let me take care of you.”
The words spiral through me, spreading heat that sears me along its path.
“I want to focus on you,” he says, stroking over the fabric of my bottoms.
“Okay,” I whisper. My body is pushing down against his hand. Needing. The pressure, even the hint of friction…
He pats my thigh. “As much as I like you here, you’re going to have to release me, baby.”
I unhook my legs and slide down his body. Warm water rushes in between our bodies, and then his hand follows, sliding down my bare stomach and finding the waistband of my bottoms.
