He exhales, a soft growl escaping his lips. “Do you want to take a shower? Or maybe a bath?”
I smile, sliding my hand down and gripping his half-hard cock tight. It jerks in my hand, and I know it won’t take anything to get him back inside of me again. “Shower, because I am desperate to get you in my mouth.”
He smiles, “Fuck, I do love your mouth.”
I can’t help but notice that he keeps using the word love, and it’s tugging on my heartstrings every time I hear it. Fuck Tate, don’t make this harder than it has to be.
He stands up and offers me his hand, pulling me to my feet. Naked, he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his chest. We stand there for a moment in silence, my arms pinned between us, my hands flat on his chest. He kisses the top of my head, and then my temple, before I tilt my head back to look up at him.
“I’ll make you a deal, Sariah. No muddying of the waters while we’re on the islands, but we are going to have this conversation when we get back to Colorado next week.”
“We leave tomorrow.”
“No, you and I leave for Oahu tomorrow. We fly back to Colorado on Saturday.”
“What?”
“Everybody is off next week anyway, so don’t fucking fight me on this. Come to Oahu. Swim in the ocean and layout in our private cabana on the beach. We’ll eat, drink, and attempt to fuck each other out of our systems.”
I have to admit, it’s a brilliant plan. Maybe what we’re feeling will disappear after a full week with each other, and my desire to tell him I love him will go away. Maybe he’ll get over me. That would be my luck. He’d get over me, and I’d be left devastated. Either way, I guess we’re about to find out.