Stripping off the damp fabric, she placed the bikini over the shower rod at the corner and stuck her hand into the water to test it. Discovering it was deliciously hot, she stepped under the spray and closed her eyes as the warmth flowed over her, washing off the salt and sand. She picked up the body wash from the ledge and wished Mack was there now. She bet he looked even more amazing wet.
As if he had read her mind, she saw a shadow on the other side of the shower curtain, and then it was tugged back to reveal her new mate, wearing nothing but a hopeful smile.
“I want to say something witty, but all I can think about right now is how you’re in here, naked and wet, and I should be in here, too,” he said.
She almost giggled, but she bit her lip and said, “I was just thinking the same thing.”
He stepped in, tugging the fabric curtain closed, and looked down at her. In the shower, with the steam surrounding them, she felt like she must be dreaming. That she couldn’t have been lucky enough to find her mate on the first day of a singles’ vacation. But here she was. And here he was. Wet. Hard.
Holy shit.
He took the small bottle of shampoo from the corner ledge and opened it, dumping half into the palm of his hand. The scent of coconut and vanilla filled the air, and her dragon purred as he sank his fingers into her hair and began to lather the strands.
“My wolf is being really vocal in my head,” he said as his fingers worked magic against her scalp. “I want to do a million things to you.”
She poured body wash into her hand and rubbed his chest, soaping up his muscles and feeling them tense under her hands.
“What kinds of things?” she asked.
He lifted his hands from her hair and rubbed his own with soapy fingers. She rinsed her hair and then squeezed the strands, switching places with him so he could rinse off. Filling her palm with more body wash, she let her fingers trail down his stomach, not bothering to hide her curiosity at his erection. She’d only been with two males before in her life. Her first had been a clumsy encounter when she was sixteen, with a dragon male who hadn’t known anything at all about how to please her. And then her ex, who’d thought of her as his personal sex toy, in a bed where only his pleasure was important.
He took the body wash from her hand and emptied the contents into his palm, then rubbed his hands together and stroked her slowly from her shoulders down both arms. He circled her wrists and trailed his fingers up the inside of her arms before smoothing them across her chest. Playing his fingers over her nipples, he covered her breasts with suds, and then gently pinched the sensitive peaks.
“I want to know what you sound like when you fall apart,” he said, gruffly. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
Her knees threatened to turn to jelly at his sexy words.
“Tell me if we’re going too fast, and I’ll stop. Your happiness is paramount to me.”
“Don’t stop,” she said, rising onto her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands slid around her back and he pulled her flush against him, his erection trapped between their bodies, hot and hard.
Their mouths met, tongues sliding together in a way that was exciting and new, but also felt familiar. He kissed her like he could climb down inside her, stroking her tongue and touching every space inside her mouth. His chest vibrated with a constant growl, and her dragon was purring right along with him. She traced the muscles in his arms and then slid her hands down his back to rest them against his butt, squeezing lightly. He chuckled as he kissed down her throat, nipping her skin, and then he lifted her and pressed her against the wall. Her legs went around his waist, but he didn’t lower her onto his dick – he trapped it underneath her, so she could feel the hot length of him against her pussy but not inside it. He wrapped his arm around her back and pressed her against the wall, his arm protecting her from the cold tile.
She anchored herself to his waist by linking her ankles at his lower back. Sliding his hand between their bodies, he pressed his thumb against her clit. She let her head fall back against the wall as he rubbed her clit, slowly at first. Her body heated and her pussy clenched as he stroked her. His thumb moved faster, his shoulders tensing under her hands as a low growl built in his chest. Pleasure bloomed inside her, and it was so amazing she wanted it to last forever. She wanted to stand on the edge of the mountain, her body tingling and her senses on fire, for all eternity.
“Ah, Mack,” she said, groaning as her toes curled and heat blasted through her.
He lifted her enough for him to grasp his length and position it at her entrance, and then he lowered her slowly onto him. So slow, so full…she felt every inch of him. He fit inside her perfectly, and she felt so complete that she would’ve cried if she’d had a moment to think about the significance of their joining.