I can’t stop thinking about that shower stall now.
She is in there.
Naked.
I want to feel her body pressed to mine again. If only for a moment.
I can see her head up to her shoulders. She turns on the water and raises her face, letting the water stream down her shoulders and down where I can’t see her.
My brain tells me to put the breaks on, but my cock has a mind of its own. I should stop myself, I know, but I don’t. Because by now, she is the gravity of this island.
I come up to the shower door, look around, open the bamboo door, and step inside, then slowly strip off my shorts.
The sweet thing doesn’t even notice me at first. Water cascades down her naked body with her back to me. Tanned. Burnt at the shoulders. White in all the right places.
Callie runs her hands along her blond hair. She didn’t undo her braids, and the sight of them makes me hard. I want to tug at them like a naughty fucking puppy.
She might freak out and push me away. I’ll deal with that too.
But I am naked and too close to her. My cock hardens at the sight of her under that cascading water.
I stretch my hand and touch her just lightly on the back.
She jerks, turning sideways, and right away her hands cover whatever she thinks she can cover. She gapes at me for a moment, then her face relaxes, and her eyes acquire that same intensity I saw the other night when we were alone.
“What are you doing?” she asks quietly.
There is no hostility in her voice.
I take a step closer.
Naked. My cock rock-hard. She doesn’t look down. Her expression is more inquiry than shock.
“I am taking a shower, petal.” I stretch my hands to catch the shower water and smile, taking another step closer to her. “I really felt like taking a shower.”
And then her hands fall down to her sides, and she turns to fully face me.
I don’t look down. It’s a challenge. But I don’t want to challenge her. She is in way over her head. She won’t handle this the way I want to.
But holy fuck am I wrong.
Callie glances down, then lifts her gaze at me, and it’s burning with something new. There is a confidence in her that I haven’t seen before. There is want. And there is a dare.
“Is that all you want, Kai? To take a shower?”
She says my name in that seductive voice, and I want to fuck her right here and take her cherry in this shower stall.
“What doyouwant, petal?”
We’ve been playing this game for far too long. Dating back four years. Though back then we were too young to voice what we wanted.
“I want to stay on this side of the island,” she says. I know. “I want to stay here with you.”
This is the first honest admission from her that makes my heart race.
“I know what you like, Kai,” she says. “I want to do it to you.”
I cock an eyebrow, not quite sure what she means.