Page 90 of Tell Me Something

“That gives me a whole lot of ideas,” he marveled with his hands roaming over my back, giving me soft caresses.

“Ha, I guess this is your way of making sure I don’t sleep in my oversized T-shirts and running shorts, huh?”

“You could wear a plastic bag and still look sexy.”

I raised a brow. “I could pass for adorable, maybe pretty, but there’s nothing sexy about this.” I motioned to my short set.

“That’s where you’re so very wrong. You’re sexy in the most understated way.”

My face must’ve shown that I didn’t think that was much of a compliment because he clarified.

“What I meant is that I didn’t buy you red or black teddies or lingerie, because you’re sexy as yourself. You were much sexier in that light blue corset from the photo shoot that covered the majority of you than you could’ve been in a thong and nothing else. It’s almost like a hidden treasure trove of sexy underneath the cutest little package.”

He took my hand and backed me onto the bed, taking his time unwrapping said package and making me feel sexy indeed.

IT WAS late afternoon by the time we finally made it down to the beach to snorkel, but the best part about vacation was the luxury of time. I loved my new wetsuit and loved Josh’s ass in his even more. I’d never snorkeled before, so he took a few minutes to show me my gear and, just like that, we were in the water.

The fish were amazing. I’d never seen so many colors, and the water was so crystal clear that it was easy to see them all. It was also warm, which was surprising as I’d grown up near the Pacific Ocean, which was anything but. After snorkeling for a couple hours and grabbing a quick lunch, we took a nice long walk on the beach. Hand in hand, we talked about everything and nothing. It was comfortable and peaceful to be completely free to show affection and to get to know one another even better.

After taking a shower in preparation for dinner and donning one of my new dresses, I went downstairs and saw a candlelit table set for two. Josh was in the gourmet kitchen with several dishes on top of the stove. I took a seat on the other side of the large counter and watched his graceful movement thinking there was something sexy about a strong man who could cook.

“I was upstairs only thirty minutes. Did you whip something up or call in some elves?”

He smiled across the stove and lifted a lid. “Elves, my lady.”

“I won’t say the R word, but this is lovely. Thank you.”

“The R word. Ah, romantic. I guess that will be our secret, too.”

He dished up our plates and crossed over to the bistro table on the other side of the kitchen. The window view was breathtaking, with the sun setting off in the distance. He pulled out my chair, and we both ate in silence.

It was nice to see him casual in his linen pants and shirt, barefoot, opening a bottle of wine. He looked relaxed with the slight stubble on his newly tanned face. It hit me once again how very handsome he was. The fact that he was mine, at least for now, gave me a great sense of pleasure.

“Tell me something on your mind right now causing that smile,” he requested, narrowing his eyes across the table.

I was enjoying the poached salmon and risotto and getting full quickly. “I was thinking about how relaxed you look and how happy I am to get to see this side of you. The stubble and tan are very sexy, Mr. Singer.”

He gave me a wicked grin that made my stomach do a flip-flop of anticipation.

“Tell me something,” I returned.

“Hmm, I was thinking about something a little kinky I’d like to try later.”

Lowering my fork slowly, I felt the liquid heat pool in my center.

“You keep looking at me like that, and we’re not going to finish dinner.”

“Promise?” I challenged, getting to my feet as he did the same.

Then we were on each other, hot like the very first time, mouths greedy, hands groping for skin contact. Suddenly I was being lifted and taken downstairs.

I’d been aware that there was a lower level, but hadn’t yet explored that part of the house. Wondering what was in store, I watched as he turned on the lights. My eyes widened when I realized we were in a large bathroom that had a steam room on the far side and a huge mirror along one entire wall.

He put me on my feet gently. “Take off your clothes, baby.” His voice had an edge to it that let me know how much he was fighting for control.

It turned me on to know I had that sort of effect on him.

He opened the door to the steam room and turned on the water. Then he watched as I peeled off the sundress down the length of my body, revealing that I had no panties on. “Ah, aren’t you full of surprises? Thought you’d get lucky tonight?”