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Kat takes it and follows me to the master bathroom. It’s a giant space with a shower stall, several sinks, a bidé, and a big tub up the steps in the corner.
Kat tries to look angry but I see her glancing around in curiosity.
“We’re not going anywhere tonight,” I say as I turn on the shower and wait for the water to get just the right temperature. “We are spending as much time on this yacht as needed to figure out what you and I need to figure out.”
I turn to meet her defiant gaze.
“You have nowhere to run, wild thing. Tonight, you’re all mine. And you’ll take everything I give you. Understood?” I take a step closer, my body already tingling with anticipation. “Let’s get you naked first.”
39
KAT
I could’ve drowned,but that’s the trick with rip currents—you have to let go and stop resisting, and eventually, if you still have strength when it kicks you out into the open sea, you swim back to shore.
The rip current that I really need to avoid but it’s too late now is Archer.
I feel fine. I got a little scared. What I have a problem with is holding back my feelings.
Archer gently unclasps my bra and pulls it off, then goes down on his knees and pulls down my panties. The gesture is so innocent, yet I feel like he’s readying me for some ritual. He wants to fuck? I’m in. I need to recharge.
He strips and leads me to the shower by my hand.
The warm water feels nice after being stranded in the colder salt water of the current. But instead of getting it on, Archer turns me around, my back toward him, and under the warm shower stream, starts unbraiding my hair.
I close my eyes and smile. He’s gotten to like it—letting my hair loose. My whole body tingles at the sensation of him tugging at my braids and raking his fingers through my wet hair. And then he starts massaging my scalp. The fruity scent spreads in the shower as I realize he is shampooing my hair.
My body tenses at the sensation. What guydoesthat?
“Feels good, kitten?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” I say, feeling awkward letting him do that but melting at his touch.
“I need to clean you up and make you relax.”
My body gets heavy with want at the words. He lathers the shampoo into my hair, then runs his hands along the thick mass of it down my back, then his foamy hands slide up along my shoulders and turn me around.
This guys—his dark eyes and wet hair falling into his face, making him look messy and hot and sexy as the water shoots off his shoulders and droplets of it cascade down his body—never ceases to amaze me.
I look down and see his erection. My beautiful guy is hard, which makes me smile with satisfaction. He’s always hard. Hard to read. Hard to resist. Hard overall.
I spasm in my lower belly at the sight, wrap my hand around his erection, and start stroking it.
“Slow down,” he orders softly as he runs his hands down my arms, tracing their movement with his eyes.
I keep stroking him, then slide my hand lower to cup his balls. His lips tighten, and I squeeze his balls harder, massaging them.
He brings his soaped hands to my breasts and strokes them in soft circular motions. My nipples harden under his touch. I arch into his hands and start stroking him faster.
“Slow down,” he repeats, not looking at me but studying my breasts, his gentle touch so erotic that I want to whimper with the need to have him inside me. The erection that I so patiently work on needs to be closer to where I throb with need.
“Kitten.” He looks sharply at me as he runs his hands along my waist. “Slow. Down,” he breathes out quietly but with warning, a tiny smile on his lips.
He doesn’t want to come? Fine.
His hands slide along my hips, and one makes its way between my legs and rubs my pussy.
I push myself into it. If it’s a slow game of seduction, I’m in, as long as he delivers at the end. But it’s hard to keep the slow pace when he’s naked and so close.
