He has a huge renovated bathroom. A shower that could fit at least six people, a tub that could fit four or five people, and is so deep I can’t wait to get in. I set up some candles, grab Champagne and then find a good bath oil from my bathroom.
I run into Holden on the way back to Gunner’s bathroom, wearing just a robe. Holden looks me over and gives the sash a tug to draw me close. He strokes my cheek. “How long has it been since I told you I love you?”
I bite my lip and stroke his hard chest. “Too long?”
“I love you.” He kisses me slowly, sucking my bottom lip before nibbling. “I love you.” He kisses across my jaw, to my ear. “I love you.” He kisses down my neck. “I love you.”
I shiver and cling to him, trying not to show exactly how jello-y my knees are. I lick across my bottom lip. “That might cover you for … today.”
He chuckles and rests his forehead on mine. “We have a long day tomorrow. I’d love to spend our break in a fun way.”
“We might need our whole lunch to cover that.” I tease.
“Lunch it is.” He kisses me again. “Enjoy your bath.”
I smile and head to the bathroom. I put on some music and look around. I’ve always wanted to have a romantic bathtub moment. I’ve seen it in movies and just always thought it was impossible. Of course, when I lived alone, I always had a shower bath combo which is kind of the opposite of romantic.
The door opens and Gunner walks in, in just his boxers. With strawberries and chocolate. I groan as I take him in, then show him the book I chose. Gunner grins. “That’s a good choice.”
“Well if it has your approval …” I pull at my sash and Gunner catches it.
“That’s my job.”
I laugh and wink. Smiling, leaning towards him. Gunner feeds me hungry kisses as he undoes the sash and pushes the robe off my shoulders. I snap his boxers and he grins against my mouth. “Eager?”
“We should start running the water.” I breathe.
Gunner turns on the water, tests it with his hand, then pours the bath oil in the tub. I open the book and start reading. Gunner rubs my thigh and kisses across my neck as I read the words on the page.
I groan and nearly drop the book. When it falls to my lap, he feeds me a strawberry. I chew, swallow, then kiss him slowly, drawing it out. We eventually get into the tub, but I yelp at how warm the water is.
Gunner chuckles. “I wanted to make sure we’d have more than ten minutes.”
He feeds me another strawberry, then takes the book as he sits down, leaving space for me behind him. I slide in behind him slowly and wrap my arms around his middle, stroking his abdomen.
He makes a low sound and leans back against me. I wrap my legs around him and kiss across his bare back. “I love you.”
“We haven’t gotten to that part in the book yet.”
“I don’t care. I wanted to say it.” I kiss across his shoulders as I rub his sides. “We could do this in Hawaii too.”
“Teasing me.” He sighs.
“Absolutely not. My sneaking skills are very good.” I whisper in his ear.
He chuckles and goes back to reading. I wash his back and occasionally feed him strawberries. His lips brush my fingertips every time, sending shivers of anticipation through me. We make it a few chapters into the book until I can’t keep my hands to innocent places.
I tease his cock with my fingers, almost like an accident. Gunner tosses the book, rolls, and kisses me hard and deep, pulling me onto his lap to drown me in kisses. I wrap my arms around him and rub my pussy over his cock.
“You like the book?” He asks in a gasping breath.
“The book. The strawberries.” I lick over his neck. “You.”
He groans and pulls me closer, thrusting into me. I push his hair back and kiss him again, letting him taste my moan. Gunner pants and his eyes stay on mine. “I love you, Sophia.”
“I love you. So much.” I gasp as I roll my hips on him again. He grabs my ass and feasts on my mouth.
We have intense sex. Really intense. Because it’s slow, loving, gentle. Everything that Gunner usually isn’t. Between the warm water and his even hotter mouth, I feel like I’m going to overheat or combust, or just spontaneously catch fire.
I dig my nails into his neck. He gasps. “Come with me, sweets. Please.”
I whimper and nod as the pleasure rips through me. I moan and bury my head in his shoulder as my orgasm makes my leg shake and splashes water over the sides of the tub. Gunner growls and pants.
I lay my head on his chest as he stretches out in the tub.
“I like this.” He murmurs. “Being with you.”
“I love this and you.” I kiss his chest.