Rm w/a Vu(138)

Leaning forward, I bend my right leg slightly and try to work out the kink. “Sorry,” I say, glancing back over my shoulder. “I guess I’m a little more sore than I thought.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” he assures me, rubbing the length of my back soothingly. “I should have had us pack it in earlier today.”

“No.” I shift my body so I’m almost fully facing him. “It was fun. I’m glad we stayed the entire day. I just guess we won’t be going tomorrow like I’d hoped.”

I’m scared he’s going to be disappointed, but am pleasantly surprised to see nothing but understanding in his eyes. “It’s fine. There’s plenty more we can do while we wait for your muscles to recover.”

I giggle, swatting his chest playfully. “While I would love nothing more than to participate in whatever naughty scenario your filthy little mind has conjured up,” I begin, “would you be too broken up if I asked for a rain check?”

Smiling, he shakes his head. “You know, I don’t only think about getting you naked.” I give him a very pointed look that says “yeah, right,” and he chuckles, running his damp fingers through his hair. “Okay, so maybe ninety percent of my thought process revolves around your tits and ass, but for ten percent of my day, I’m thinking of other things.”

“Like?” I challenge.

He pauses, giving this some serious thought. “Okay, so maybe it’s slightly more than ninety percent of my thought process.” My laugh echoes in the bathroom. “Seriously, though,” he continues, slipping one hand around my back, the other tenderly beneath my legs, and pulling me back toward him. “The second I noticed your legs were bothering you, the only thought on my mind was taking care of you tonight. Sex was so far off my radar that it wasn’t even registering.”

“Really?”

He rests his forehead against mine. “Really.”

Sighing, I bring my right hand up to cup his cheek. “Seriously, you’re too good to be true. Most men would probably feel pretty put out by this. But not you. You’re the perfect boyfriend.”

Greyston exhales a nervous laugh. “Juliette, I’ve already told you I’m far from perfect.”

“Well,” I whisper, “I have yet to see the proof that you’re not, so I find it hard to believe otherwise.”

“You ready to get out?” he asks quietly, and I nod.

Greyston steps out of the tub first, wrapping a large towel around his waist before holding out his hands for mine and helping me out. He drapes a towel around my shoulders and runs his hands up and down my arms as he kisses me. “Come on.” He nods toward the bedroom. “Let’s go and get ready for bed.”

On our way through the hall, I stop, suddenly remembering that I was going to surprise him with one of my new negligees tonight. He notices I’m not right behind him, and he turns around, eyeing me curiously. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”

I scrunch my nose up, dissatisfied with this sucky turn of events. “I just realized that one of my surprises has been compromised by all of this.”

Greyston’s eyebrows lift, intrigued. “Another surprise? Do tell, Miss Foster,” he urges. “Because if it’s as good as the first…” His eyes travel down my towel-covered body, stopping at the shielded apex of my thighs before darting back up.

I shrug, a coy smile playing at my lips. “Can’t. We still have a few more nights here. I’ll just have to find a time to squeeze them in. Starting tomorrow, perhaps.”

Snatching his pajama bottoms off the end of the bed, Greyston mock-pouts. “You’re a tease.”

Smirking, I grab my own pajamas, turn from him, and let my towel fall to the floor, giving him a full view of my backside. I can feel the heat of his stare on me, and I glance back at him. “Yeah, but you love it a little.”

Laughing, Greyston flips the blankets back before rushing out of the room and adjusting the temperature once more while I finish changing. When he returns, we both crawl into bed, and Greyston draws me into his side, kissing the top of my head. “Goodnight, Juliette.”

With a soft sigh, I curl my fingers into his t-shirt. “Goodnight.”

While I’d had other things in mind regarding how to spend our evening, I have to admit that it really didn’t turn out half bad. Greyston and I had a wonderful day full of firsts for me, and I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the vacation had in store for us.





Chapter 31



Greyston lets me sleep in the next day, having decided the night before we were going to take it easy. I’m definitely warmer when I finally wake around noon, and it’s not just because Greyston’s body is wrapped around me, though it is a factor.