Dirty Little Secrets(119)

“Shhh,” I soothed, pushing her back gently and giving us space. “We have this hotel room for the entire weekend, and we don’t fly home until Monday morning. Let’s take our time, really make some memories and enjoy the time together. No rush, no need to hurry. Just you and me.”

Robin took a deep, shuddering breath and nodded, climbing off my lap, which felt empty as soon as she did. “What did you have in mind?” she asked, her hands shaking in desire, and I knew I felt the same way.

“I was thinking this suite has one hell of a big tub.”



Robin





Wes and I had made love in the back of a wrecked plane and in the middle of a forest. Since getting back to civilization, the most we had been able to get in were a few kisses when we knew no one was watching us. So in a lot of ways, doing the whole cliché hotel bit was actually exotic for us.

The bathroom was big, almost as big as Gerald’s back at the mansion. Wes insisted that I wait in the other part of the suite while he took a bag and set up the bath, only letting me in after he was done. The effect was sweet and romantic. The lights were dimmed, giving it an evening-like glow, and the bath was filled with floral scented bubbles. He had even lit a few votive candles that added to the effect.

“I would have used pine scent, but I didn’t want to be sarcastic,” he teased as I walked in, closing the door behind me. With the last of the afternoon daylight cut off, the entire bathroom looked and felt like a cool secluded evening, private and exotic. “Go ahead and get undressed for the bath.”

I could feel Wes’s eyes on me as I stripped for him, something I had been wanting to do for a while. It was another funny little thing about our relationship: we had been lovers for almost two weeks, had sex twice, and slept together for most of that time, but he had yet to see me fully naked.

His eyes took me in, devouring me as I stood before him, suddenly self-conscious of my hips and how my ribs still stood out against my skin. I was still skinnier than what I liked, but if Wes didn’t approve, I couldn’t see it in his face. Instead, he followed me with his eyes as I slipped into the water, the warm luxury covering me all the way to my chin. “It feels amazing,” I said in thanks. “I do hope you’re planning on joining me.”

Wes shook himself out of his paralysis and nodded, grinning. “First, some music.”

I didn’t know the bathroom had a built-in sound system, but apparently Wes did, pulling his iPod out and plugging it into a slot in the wall. Instrumental jazz filled the bathroom, a sensuous mix that left me sighing in anticipation. Wes didn’t let me see him strip down, but he revealed himself fully naked after all his clothes were off.

The sight of him that way truly took me away. I mean, I had a pretty decent look when he pulled that stupid stunt of running in the lake for a bath, but seeing him up close, relaxed, and with a good shave, well . . . let’s just say the water wasn’t the warmest thing in the bath.

He had regained some of the weight he had lost in the wilderness, but unlike me, he was so ripped that it was harder to tell he’d even lost weight. His torso and legs were well-muscled, and I could see the six pack of his abs clearly, a light trail of brown hair starting from about halfway down and trailing down to his cock, which hung thick and long. He had let some more of his natural hair grow in since the plane crash, although he was still nicely trimmed by what I could see as he slid into the bath across from me. “Mmm, this does feel good,” he sighed as he settled in. “Is it too warm for you?”

“Not at all,” I replied, feeling his calves brush against mine. “Thank you. This is truly romantic, even if it is a bit cheesy.”

“Well, I’ve never actually been very good with the whole romance thing,” Wes said, running a handful of water over his chest and shoulders. It was erotic, watching the silky liquid flow over his defined muscles, and my pulse sped up another notch. “So if I make mistakes with it, please cut me some slack.”

I stroked my foot up his leg, reaching as high as I could, just past his knee. “Wes, I’m no expert in romance either,” I said. “You joked in the woods and before that I’m no bar slut, and while I’m not, I will admit to being guilty in the past of being a bit more into the bar scene than I should have been. Romance to me was an extra drink and a few slick words. So don’t worry about making any mistakes. Besides, you have the most important thing for anything romantic, in my opinion.”

“What’s that?” Wes asked, his other leg coming up to caress my own. I could feel his big toe stroking the inside of my thigh, just a few inches from my pussy, and it felt so good that I had to bite my lip.