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He pulled me against him and one-handedly started untying my bikini. The strings and scraps of fabric would have fallen to the floor if our bodies weren’t so close together. My breasts were pillowed against his chest. His skin was a few shades lighter than mine, and I found the sight of it somehow erotic.

“You ok?”

“Yes.” I licked my lips again nervously. “I think so.”

“It’s just you and me. I won’t do anything you don’t like or want me to do. At any time, if you say stop, Lexi, I’ll stop. You just have to say a certain word.”

“What word?”

“I don’t know. What’s your favorite food?”

“Spaghetti.”

“Alright. If I do anything you don’t like or want me to do, say spaghetti and I’ll stop immediately. You ready for me to wash you?”

I bit my lip and nodded, stepping back a little to let the suit fall away from my body. I was under the warm spray of the water, and Gabriel’s eyes seemed to track every rivet of water that flowed down my skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, taking in the sight of me. “Turn around, so I can wash your hair.” I did as he said, letting him take care of me. He squeezed some fruity smelling shampoo in my hair and massaged it into my scalp. It felt amazing.

I relaxed and let him control the moment, giving myself over to it and following his lead. My mind cleared of all doubts and worries, and I was able to relax under his touch. My body hummed with desire and unmet needs that I didn’t understand but he seemed to know intuitively.

He washed me from head to toe. His hands caressing as he gently soaped my breasts, pinched my nipples, and slid his hands between my thighs. Gabriel took his time, making sure I was clean and ready for what he had planned. My body was primed and ready for it—my mind curious and excited.

After he cleaned my legs, he slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. “Do you want to wash me?”

The idea was thrilling. Touching him in the same ways he’d touched me. I was intrigued to see if he would respond to my touch as much as I responded to his.

“Yes.”

I took the soap from him and squeezed some into my hands, rubbing them together to get a lather going. My hands were just above his chest, and I hesitated for the barest of breaths before my hands met his skin. Slowly, gently, I started to wash Gabriel’s pecs, when my fingers brushed across his nipple, he hissed out a breath, and my eyes flew up to meet his. I had my answer. He was as affected by me as I was by him. That gave me the confidence to keep going.

I trailed my hands over his torso and arms. When I glanced up to look at his face, I saw his jaw clenched tight and his eyes closed as if he was in pain or trying to rein in his control. Either way, I loved seeing him that way. I loved knowing I could do that to him.

I looked down at his rigid cock. He was hung. I’d only ever seen a cock in a porn flick, but he looked bigger than the one I could remember. I watched his face as I dragged my hand down his ribs. His diaphragm expanded when I drew closer to his rock-hard length.

Before I could stroke him, his hand shot out and captured mine. “I’m not gonna last if you do that. I’ve had blue balls since I saw you on the beach.”

Gabriel kissed the palm of my hand, and my stomach plummeted. Who knew that something so simple would make me feel like total mush?

He turned off the water and guided me out of the shower where he wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and grabbed another one to dry my hair. He didn’t ask permission or seem uncertain in his movements. Gabriel was complete control and confidence. I loved it.

“You ready?” he asked after he was done patting himself dry with the towel.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he whispered before cupping my cheek and bending in to kiss me—a deep, soul-stealing kiss. Gabriel lifted me back into his arms and carried me to his bed.

“Remember what I told you earlier?” His voice was gruff as he moved to the side of the bed instead of following me down onto it.

“About?”

He gave me that famous cocky grin and opened the side table drawer. I gulped hard when I saw a pair of leather wristbands—they looked like thick cuffs. That’s when it dawned on me what they were. He was going to cuff me to the bed.

Chapter Ten

I watched as realization dawned on her face. Lexi was so easy to read. Her full lips parted, and her eyes widened with equal amounts of curiosity and fear.

“What’s your safe word that tells me to stop?”

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