Chapter Eighteen #2
I let him, excited and a tiny bit panicky at the thought of standing naked with him in broad daylight without the comfort of being under the covers and in semi-darkness.
My fear starts to recede, though, as I see the look on his face as he slowly reveals my body.
Admiration and desire light his features as he lets my cut-downs drop and brushes his fingers over my tiny knickers.
Then he slides his hands around my back, undoes my bra, and pulls the straps down my arms. He lets the bra drop, his gaze fixed to my breasts as he pushes my knickers down my legs, and I step out of them.
I wait for him to kiss me, but, lifting his gaze to mine, he undoes his jeans and steps out of them, then adds his boxer-briefs to the growing pile of discarded clothes. Now we’re both naked. He opens the cubicle door and gestures for me to go in, follows me, and slides the door shut.
The shower cubicles here are large, with plenty of room, but Marcus seems to like pretending they’re compact, because he pulls me toward him beneath the water, so our bodies are flush.
He already has an erection, and I can feel it against my belly as the water cascades over us, but he ignores it as he dips his head into the water to wet his hair.
“You do me first,” he says, and he tips some shampoo onto my palm and bends his head for me to wash it for him.
I massage the shampoo into his hair, enjoying the task and being able to do something for him for a change.
He sighs, apparently liking the feel of my fingers on his scalp and the slight scrape of my nails.
So I slow it down, taking my time, massaging the hair at the edge of his temples, behind his ears, the longer hair on top, and the short bristly strands at the back.
I rinse it, then bring my hands around to his face. He’s usually clean shaven, but he obviously hasn’t shaved since yesterday, and he has a day’s worth of growth. He lets me admire it and run my fingers over his top lip and up his jaw.
“Have to be careful not to give you bristle burn,” he says, and smirks.
I smile, but I say, “I like it.”
“Then I’ll keep it. While we’re on vacation, anyway.” He bends his head and kisses me, then turns me so I’m under the shower spray.
I tip my head back, and he starts to massage some shampoo in. I sigh at the feel of his hands in my hair, his fingertips gliding across my scalp. It’s so sensual, and it brings goose bumps out all over my body.
He rinses my hair and puts some conditioner on for me.
Then he squeezes some shower gel onto his hands, rubs them together, and starts to wash me.
I close my eyes, feeling as if I’m beginning to ascend to another plane.
My body is stirring, slowly coming alive, like a flower unfurling in the sunlight.
Marcus touches me gently, reverently, skating his fingers across my skin as if he’s determined to touch every part of me.
“Are you falling asleep there?” he teases, kissing my lips.
“I think my body’s turned into one big erogenous zone,” I murmur.
“You like me touching you like this?” He brushes his fingers down my back, up my ribs, over my shoulders, and down my arms.
“Yes…”
“It turns you on?”
I open my eyes and look into his light-brown ones, and give a small nod.
“Good.” He pours some more gel onto his fingers. “Let’s see how much.”
“Oh…” I blink rapidly as he moves his hand down my belly, and then I close my eyes in bliss as he strokes his fingers between my legs. “Mmm,” he murmurs, swirling his fingers over my clit before exploring further down. “You’re right, it does turn you on.”
I moan a little, and in response he turns me around and lifts my hands so they’re resting on the cool tiles.
He pours some more gel onto his hands. Then he moves up close to me, so his chest is against my back, rubs his hands together to produce some foam, and strokes it from my wrists, under my arms, and down over my breasts.
He stops there, cupping them, his fingers gliding over my nipples, and I tip my head back on his shoulder, moaning again.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my shoulders, my neck, and the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“I love your body. I love your soft curves. I love that you’re tall.
And I’m sorry if this sounds bad, but I love the fact that your other partners were bad in bed, because it means I get to introduce you to all these amazing things.
I get to be your first in so many ways.”
“That does sound quite bad.”
“I know.”
“You don’t care, do you?”
“Not really.” He circles the pads of his fingers over the tips of my nipples. “I don’t like that they hurt you. I’m still tempted to hire a hit man to take them all out. But I like that this is all new to you. You’ll just have to let me know if I take it too fast. I’m trying to go slow.”
That makes me blink in surprise. “What do you mean?”
He skims his hands over my belly, hips, and then back up my ribs. “What do you mean, what do I mean?”
“What do you mean about going slow?”
“Well, I’m trying not to throw everything at you at once.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Babe, you know there’s more to sex than missionary, right?”
“So I’ve heard.”
“I’m just saying, there’s plenty more for us to explore. But I don’t want to send you running for the hills.” He slides his hand over my belly, then continues down. “You get my drift?”
“You mean you want me on top?” I shudder as he strokes his fingers into me.
“That’s one of the possible sixty-four core positions, yes.”
I frown at the thought of him trying out those positions in the past. “I suppose I should be glad you’ve had more experience than me.”
He chuckles and turns me around. “Are you jealous?”
“No.”
He kisses my mouth. “That’s very sweet.”
“I’m not! I don’t care that you’ve worked your way through the female population of Auckland.”
He laughs like the idea is ridiculous—like I’m the only woman he sees. “Hardly.”
“I don’t mind being another notch on your bedpost. I bet there are so many it looks like a giant washboard.”
For some reason, he seems to find that funny. He rinses off my conditioner, then turns off the shower, still laughing, and leads me out. “Let me dry you.”
I tug the towel from him. “I can do it.”
His eyes blaze, and then, without warning, he scoops me up in his arms, towel and all, and carries me out into the bedroom. I squeal, and then the breath leaves my body as he tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce.
Annoyed that I am jealous at the thought of him being with other women, and irritated that he finds it funny, I roll onto my front and go to crawl to the other side of the bed, but he grabs my ankle, pulls me back down the bed, then climbs on top of me.
He lowers down, pressing me into the mattress, and nips my ear with his teeth. “You drive me crazy, Wren Carter.”
“Mars! Get off me.”
“No. Now I’m going to show you exactly what you do to me. How much you drive me insane with lust. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”