Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Doris is bigger than Fred!” Her laughter is infectious, and I can’t help but roll my eyes, trying to maintain my air of arrogant confidence.
Her fish is only an inch or two bigger than mine, so I can’t help but tease her. “It’s less than an inch bigger.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh, please, Eric, men always have trouble with measurements," she replies, tossing her hair back in a way that's equal parts triumphant and adorable.
“You didn’t have any complaints about my measurements last night,” I shoot back, unable to resist the urge to nudge her. The playful banter spins around us, crackling with all the electric tension that fills the air every time she’s near.
Her face flushes, and I swear I can see her fighting back laughter. “Your measurements are magnificent.” Her eyes gleam with mischief. “I’m hoping to get to check out all your inches again later.”
“Why wait?” In one swift motion, I reach out, tickling her sides without warning, and she erupts into a fit of laughter, the sound ringing out like music against the backdrop of the gently lapping waves.
“Don’t you dare!” She gasps, trying to squirm away from my relentless fingers, and each laugh that spills from her lips pulls me under like a riptide.
I lift her into my arms, cradling her against me like she weighs nothing. The way she instinctively clings to my neck makes my heart thump harder as a rush of desire courses through my veins.
“What about our fish?” she asks, her eyes gleaming with playful mischief as I carry her into the chilly boat.
“We’ll worry about them later.” I run my nose along her cheek, inhaling her delicate floral scent mixed with the salty tang of the ocean. It’s intoxicating, but lingering beneath her sweetness is the unmistakable odor of fish wafting around from our outdoor escapade. “Right now, we need a shower. And we’ll do it together to conserve water.”
“I love the way you think.” She sighs against the side of my neck, sending all the blood in my body straight to my cock. I need her more than I need my next breath, plain and simple.
I set her on her feet inside the large bathroom and rip my t-shirt off, letting it drop to the floor at my feet. The cool air hits my skin, contrasting nicely with the heat brewing between us. “Since you won our bet, do you want your massage in the shower or in the bed?”
Eve watches me with a blend of amusement and something deeper, and I feel the all-consuming spark of connection between us blaze bright. “I’ll take both.”
“My greedy little siren,” I growl as I tug my swim trunks down my legs.
The way her eyes rove over my body sends another jolt of adrenaline through me as my cock grows steadily harder.
With her eyes locked on me, Eve slowly lets the cover-up slide down her shoulders. Time seems to freeze as I watch the fabric pool around her feet, revealing the swimsuit that clings to her like it was made just for her. Her stunning body makes my breath hitch in my throat. Her raw beauty sets every nerve ending on fire, tempting and teasing me as the moment stretches out.
“Goddamn,” I mutter, completely taken by her. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she quips back but can’t completely hide the blush rising across her cheeks, which only deepens the allure.
She slowly slips out of her swimsuit, and I try to steel my resolve, but it’s a losing battle. Seeing every inch of her body overrides my senses, and there’s an urgency building within me that I can no longer ignore.
Chapter 10
Eve
The steam envelops us like a warm embrace as we step into the large marble shower, the sound of the water cascading over our bodies filling the room with a sensual rhythm. Everything about this moment ignites the air around us, and as I look up, I see pleasure reflected in Eric’s dark eyes.
“Damn, you’re stunning,” he murmurs from behind, his voice thick and husky as if he’s also trying to wrap his mind around this moment. His warmth radiates through my skin, and I lean back against him, allowing myself to sink into this cocoon of desire.
His hands glide slowly over my shoulders, fingers digging in just the right way. “You like that?”
“More than I can put into words,” I breathe, allowing myself to melt against him, the water spraying all around us. He pours bath gel into his palm and rubs his hands together before sliding them up and down my back. As he works the knots out of those muscles, another kind of tension grows deep in my core. I can’t help but moan softly as he continues the massage. His hands are magic, each stroke igniting sparks across my skin.