Page 192 of My Only

“Where did you get that from?”

He smirked. “I had it delivered to the villa before we arrived.”

My lips parted.

It was the oil.

The same chocolate-coconut blend we first received in a honeymoon gift basket from the resort where our villa was.

The one he used to wake me up before sexing me senseless.

The one I used on him before our final sunrise session on our last day.

It tasted like melted chocolate and coconuts.

It felt like sin.

And now, it was back… so were we.

“‘Cause what kind of trip would this be if we didn’t have this on hand?”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, shaking my head. “Not one I’d want to be on.”

He licked his lips. “So? Can I give you that massage?”

Of course, I said yes.

After a steamy shower, I lay face down on the villa’s luxurious bed, my bare skin cooling against the crisp sheets.

Hassani warmed the oil between his hands, then rubbed it on my back.

His strong hands smoothed it into my skin, gliding down my spine, his thumbs digging gently into my lower back.

And I couldn’t keep in how good his hands felt on me.

“You sound so good,” he spoke under his breath, his voice husky.

“You feel good,” I whispered.

His palms swept over my ass, moving lower, massaging my thighs.

Then…

His fingers grazed my slit.

A deep moan spilled from my lips, my face burying into the pillow.

And right then, I knew.

Our two-week rule expired that morning, and I was hoping we would celebrate it when I woke up. Instead, I woke up to a moving RV with Hassani behind the wheel.

One of the key signs Dr. Aldridge had told us to look for before reintroducing intimacy was were we both ready? Which I definitely was.

Lying there, I mentally checked off every single thing she told us to watch for.

Emotional safety? Check.

Open communication? Check.

---