Page 146 of The Secret We Keep
I blink and swallow, looking away from the black trail of hair I can see above the lining of his shorts. It’s like a beacon, flashing at me to follow the path.
No.
Stop.
Nodding, I turn and remove my robe, listening as Paddy hangs his on the back of the closed door.
“Let me take that,” he offers, and I turn around slowly.
“Wow,” he remarks, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You look… you look incredible.”
Glancing down at my frame, I’m glad I chose my red bikini. “Thanks.” My cheeks heat, probably matching the colour of my swimwear.
“I think red’s my new favourite colour.”
More heat, and a swell of pleasure warms between my thighs as Paddy hangs my robe with his. “What was it before?”
The corner of his mouth twitches when he comes back to me. “What colour would you say your eyes are?”
They narrow on him as I shrug. “Somewhere between the sea and the sky I guess.”
“Then I guess it was somewhere between the sea and the sky.”
Shaking my head at him, I look down at the bed I’m supposed to get on. “How come we’re in the same room?”
Paddy’s eyes run up and down the length of my body.
I quirk a brow, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it again. “Because I figured for your first time at a place like this, it would be nice to have someone with you.”
He isn’t wrong.
“But I can ask for a different room if you’d prefer?”
“No.” I pull back the huge towel on the bed. “Don’t do that. Can you just look away while I take off my top?”
With a small chuckle, Paddy clears his throat. “Sure.” He steps closer, and the tips of his fingers brush against my spine. “But it’snothing I haven’t seen before, curly fries.” He slowly pulls the string, loosening the material protecting my modesty.
My back arches into the feel of his skin on mine. “Paddy,” I warn, knowing any minute now Lucy and Lily are going to walk into the room, but revelling in the way I hear him groan deeply. He wants us to take things slow, but I know he wants me just as much as I want him.
Forcing himself away, Paddy turns and covers himself under his towel. And I’m left trying to negotiate how to get on this bed and cover my body without embarrassing myself.
Slipping my bikini over my head, I drop it to the end of the bed, covering my chest with one hand, using the other to hoist myself up.
“Are you on the bed yet?” Paddy asks, his voice muffled from being face down.
“Almost.”
He chuckles before there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he says playfully, and I gasp, slumping to the bed quickly, boobs flailing freely.
It’s thirty minutes of pure, calming bliss before we’re putting on our robes again. I don’t give my body what it wants and have to fight the urge to check out Paddy’s oiled up skin, knowing that we’re now heading to the sauna.
But it’s worse. So much worse.
Because after undressing, again, I’m now sitting opposite a dripping wet Paddy with sweat droplets running over my chest, feeling every bit exposed as when I undressed in his room.
Diverting his eyes away from me, he tries to stand, feeling the heat, but immediately sits back down. “Would you mind sitting up there?” He nods his head to the top tier of seating.
