Page 112 of You're The One
Christ.
Thud-thud-thud.
“Fuck,” I mutter, yanking my hand away, jaw clenched. I leave the water running, grab a towel, and sling it low around my hips.
Clipped strides take me to the door. I yank it open. “This better be good?—”
“Wow…” Mia’s eyes sweep down my chest, pause at the towel, and slowly make their way back up. “This is quite the greeting.”
My still-interested dick twitches beneath the towel.
“Can I come in?”
It hits me that I’m just standing here, blocking her entrance. One hand on the door, the other braced against the wall.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I step aside, holding the door open for her. “I’d hug you, but I’m…”
Hard.
“Wet?” she offers.
“Yep.That.”
She laughs, the sound landing somewhere around my sternum.
Then she reaches out, trailing a fingertip across my collarbone. “Soapy,” she adds.
She continues down, skimming along the towel’s edge. “And hard.”
I nod and audibly swallow.
She tilts her head. “Is the water still running?”
“Right again.” I chuckle.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt… I just figured?—”
“No explanation needed. I’m glad you did. I was going to come find you.”
I take her hand, just her fingertips, and give it a gentle swing. “Let me rinse off. Make yourself comfortable.”
She nods, and her touch slips from mine as she wanders into the living space.
I make quick work of rinsing off, ignoring my dick, who’s not exactly thrilled about that decision.
When I step back out—this time in gray joggers and a black T-shirt—she’s on the balcony, taking in the view.
I move in behind her, my hand finding her hip. “Is it your first time here?”
She glances over her shoulder, eyes darker in the low light spilling out from the suite.
“Yeah.” She faces the water again, where Diamond Head darkens at the edge of the bay and tiki torches dot the shore, flickering to life. Music floats up from the terrace.
“Oh, I get to be part of your first.” I waggle my brows.
She clears her throat. “With great power comes great responsibility.”
I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, exposed in the halter top she’s wearing. “I’m up for it.”
