“That’s great. Where are you going? Camping, I assume?”
His lips quirked. “That’s a thought. But I wanted to take you on vacation.”
She gave him a look of surprise. “You do?”
“Yeah. And you know, your list and all, I thought we might head to the beach.”
Chelsea’s heart squeezed. It had been doing that a lot around Bash lately. He wanted to take her on vacation with him, and, mindful of her list, he’d thought of the beach. “Do you even like the beach?”
“Sure. What do you think of South Padre Island?”
“I think it sounds … perfect.”
“Good. I thought we’d mix up a little of what you like with some of what I like. You can ride the dunes there on ATVs.”
She supposed she could give what he liked a chance as well, especially since he was giving up camping to do something she wanted to do. “That sounds fun.”
He laughed. “I’m sure you’re not the least bit interested in riding ATVs.”
She came over and climbed into his lap. “I don’t think it would be fair of me to only want to do what I like, would it?”
She leaned forward and kissed him, tangling her fingers in the lush thickness of his hair. Their conversation was put on hold as passion ignited. Bash grasped her hips and squeezed, rocking her back and forth against his quickly hardening cock.
It had always been like this between them. A rapid burst of flaming desire, a need she felt for him that couldn’t be denied. He scooped his hands under her thighs and stood. She wrapped her legs around him while he carried her to her bedroom.
She was glad she’d gotten the sheets done early this morning and made her bed. He laid her down on top of the quilt, then followed, covering her body with his, kissing her, his body surging against hers until all she wanted was both of them naked and Bash inside of her.
She framed his face with her hands, breaking the kiss.
“Bash.”
He lifted. “Yeah?”
“I need a shower. I’ve been working all morning and I’m sweaty.”
“That sounds fun.”
He hopped off the bed and took her hand, hauling her upright. He followed her into her bathroom, shedding his shirt and undoing his jeans. It was such a delicious sight to watch him undress. She did the same, turning the water on after she pulled off her shirt.
Bash helped her draw down her capris and underwear, then pushed her against the bathroom counter and kissed her, a long, deep kiss that made her forget what room she was in.
He opened the shower door and stepped in first, adjusted the temperature, then made room for her, pulling her under the spray.
She let the water pour over her, wetting her hair. When she opened her eyes, Bash had a handful of shampoo.
“Turn around and I’ll wash your hair.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. What—no guy has washed your hair for you before?”
“No.”
“Good. Turn around.”
Well, this was a first. She pivoted and closed her eyes. Bash let the shampoo drizzle over her scalp, then dug his fingers in.
This was nice. He knew just the right amount of pressure to provide, and she had to admit, it felt really good. The only time someone else washed her hair was at the salon when she had it trimmed. And they did it fast. This was slow, sensual, his fingers gliding into her scalp and neck, massaging. It was a tender assault on her senses, his fingers doing an intimate dance on her head.
Who knew shampooing could be so sexy?
“Dip your head under the water,” he said.
With a sigh, she turned around and rinsed her hair, then quickly conditioned it and rinsed again.
When she opened her eyes, he had her body wash in his hands.
“Time for the fun part,” he said with a sexy smile.
He lathered his hands, then smoothed the wash over her body—all over her body. Her skin had never felt more alive, or ached more for his touch. He soaped her shoulders and down her arms, lingering at each finger and in between before moving to her shoulders, her collarbone, and over her breasts, where he teased her nipples until she wanted to die.
He went lower, over her rib cage and down her stomach, then dropped down to do her thighs, deliberately avoiding her sex, which by now was throbbing with need.
Then he turned her around and soaped his way up her calves and the backs of her thighs, washing her buttocks and back, and lingering at her shoulders, where he massaged with deep, moan-inducing rubs.
“Rinse.”
She did, and when she turned around again, he kissed her, pressing her into the wall of the shower. He slid his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. She whimpered against his mouth, her legs parting to give him access as he caressed her.
And when he dropped down to his knees and put his mouth on her, the heat and wetness of his mouth made her cry out, his name spilling from her lips.
“Bash.”
She was lost in the whirlwind of mind-numbing need, water pummeling her as sensation catapulted her right over the edge of oblivion. She wanted to hold on, wanted to live in this moment of pure bliss for an eternity, but she couldn’t. She orgasmed with a wild cry, her body shaking all over as she let go. Bash held on to her hips, giving her more than she could have ever asked for.
He stood and held her as she continued to quiver, then kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him, needing that lifeline of support as she came down from the incredible high.
“Well now,” he said, kissing her ear. “That was one hell of a shower.”