Chapter 29 I’m glad I chose my red bikini #2
My back arches into the feel of his skin on mine. “Paddy,” I warn, knowing any minute now Lucy and Lily are going to walk into the room, but revelling in the way I hear him groan deeply. He wants us to take things slow, but I know he wants me just as much as I want him.
Forcing himself away, Paddy turns and covers himself under his towel. And I’m left trying to negotiate how to get on this bed and cover my body without embarrassing myself.
Slipping my bikini over my head, I drop it to the end of the bed, covering my chest with one hand, using the other to hoist myself up.
“Are you on the bed yet?” Paddy asks, his voice muffled from being face down.
“Almost.”
He chuckles before there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he says playfully, and I gasp, slumping to the bed quickly, boobs flailing freely.
It’s thirty minutes of pure, calming bliss before we’re putting on our robes again. I don’t give my body what it wants and have to fight the urge to check out Paddy’s oiled up skin, knowing that we’re now heading to the sauna.
But it’s worse. So much worse.
Because after undressing, again, I’m now sitting opposite a dripping wet Paddy with sweat droplets running over my chest, feeling every bit exposed as when I undressed in his room.
Diverting his eyes away from me, he tries to stand, feeling the heat, but immediately sits back down. “Would you mind sitting up there?” He nods his head to the top tier of seating.
“Why?” I ask, swiping at a loose strand of hair sticking to my face.
“Because I can’t stand.”
My hand pauses in my hair. “Why? Are you going to pass out? Do I need to get somebody?”
“No, curly fries,” he laughs at me. “I can’t stand.” His eyes drop to his lap.
Mine follow.
Oh.
“Sure.” The swell under his shorts is enough to make me blush. Sinking my desire to sit on him into my bottom lip, I stand as elegantly as I can, and climb to the top seating area, no longer facing him.
“Better?” I try to drop my arse to the wood, but the heat has me springing to my feet. But they singe like standing on hot coals, and unsure of what the hell to do to stop all the pain, I drop my hands and knees to the bench, facing away from Paddy.
He swallows loudly. “Nope. Not really.”
Oh, God, what am I doing?
“It’s like being tortured up here.” I rock back and forth, sucking in the thick air, heat pressing against my skin.
“Please stop moving.”
I wince, my hands jerking off the hot wood. My back arches, sweat pouring like rain over my back. “I can’t.”
Paddy curses under his breath. “You’re not helping my situation, curly fries.”
Dropping to my elbows, I rock forwards and backwards again, my knees stinging. I’m aware he has a clear view of my arse. “Paddy. I can’t move.”
He growls, jerking to his feet, clearly feeling the heat underneath him.
I laugh, dropping my head, looking at the state of myself. “Help me.”
“I’m trying,” he snickers, standing on the lower seats and reaching up for me. Effortlessly, he scoops me into his arms, plonking himself down once he has me. “Fuck.”
I stupidly wrap my arms around his neck. “What?”
His jaw clenches. “Don’t move.”
I can feel how… thick, things are underneath me. “But—”
“Just don’t move, and we can both try to enjoy the sauna.”
My lips pinch. “I don’t get how this is relaxing.”
He lets out a breath. “Yeah,” he tilts his head back, “maybe a spa wasn’t my best idea.”
My eyes drop to his lips. “Or maybe it was your best yet,” I say on a lost breath, licking my wet lips, making them burn.
He stares at me, my eyes still glued to him.
He breathes.
I breathe.
And we both move at the same time, locking together in a tangle of slippery bodies.
My hands scrunch into his hair, my tongue pushing hungrily past his lips.
Paddy meets me halfway, one of his hands grabbing my thigh and squeezing hard. The other holds me under my chin, fingers around my throat. “Morgan,” he says into my mouth, thrusting his hips up.
“Yes,” is my feeble reply, but it’s enough for Paddy to move.
He stands, wrapping my legs around his waist, before sitting back down with a hiss as his skin comes into contact with the fiery wood again.
I smile into our kiss, arching my back and pressing my body against his.
Grabbing one of my breasts, his hand on my face scoops to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He lifts his hips, and a moan pushes past my lips as a buzz of pleasure vibrates between my thighs.
“Paddy.”
He kisses me like he’s wild, grinding his hips into me.
Letting go of his hair, I reach behind my neck, pulling my bikini top free and releasing my breasts.
Paddy’s quick to reach up and squeeze both in the palms of his hands, his thumbs flicking over both nipples.
My head throws back, my fingers locking behind his neck as I pull his head closer to my body.
I want him to put his mouth on me.
He raises his head, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything sexier in all of my life when he licks his shiny lips before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I whimper his name. “Paddy.”
His tempo quickens, switching between licking, flicking, sucking.
It’s sweet and tender but filled with heat and energy.
More.
Squeezing my thighs, pleasure blooms once again, and one of Paddy’s hands lands heavily on my hip.
More.
I squeeze and roll my body, electricity shooting up my spine.
More.
Clamping his other hand down on my leg, his fingers dig in deep. “Morgan.” His tone is warning me to slow, I know it. But my pleasure is growing, and the familiar heat swirling in my core won’t allow me to slow.
More.
“Morgan.”
More.
“We have to stop.”
I can’t hear him, too caught up in the moment.
In the pleasure.
In the years of wanting this with him.
“Stop.” Wrenching my body away from his, my feet are dumped to the hot floor.
Panting heavily, he pulls at his hair, avoiding my eyes before he strides past me and stalks out of the sauna, leaving me in a scramble of confusion.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt embarrassment like this.
And it’s a long time before I fix myself up and make my way to my room.