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The feel of his erection is no surprise. Anthony has an insatiable sexual appetite. “I gave in and came out here with you, but there is no way I’m having sex in the water.”

“No worries, I just wanted to take a quick dip, to relax and enjoy the water. Doesn’t it feel great?” His hands grip my ass as he pulls me closer to him. My breasts brush against the hairs on his chest, causing my nipples to pucker and tingle. The sensation makes me squirm ever so slightly. My change in position has him pushing against my entrance. The only things stopping him from full penetration are his shorts and my suit.

“Anthony! What are you doing?” I try to back away from him as I feel one of his fingers slide inside my bathing suit bottom and slip into me.Oh shit, that feels amazing.I can’t believe how he can turn me on so quickly.

“Stop squirming.” He pulls his finger out of me and turns me effortlessly, so I am cradled in his arms. I can feel the length of him against my butt cheeks. “Shall we rinse off?”

“Uh-huh,” I respond as I caress his chest and kiss his neck. His muscles are taut from the strain of holding me the last few minutes. I lick the saltwater from that sensitive place that sits between his neck and shoulder. I can hear his breath hitch.

“Let’s go inside,” he says with some urgency.

We enter the house and go directly to the shower. Setting myfeet on the tile floor, he turns on the water. He makes quick work of removing his shorts and my bathing suit.

“Do you want steam, babe?” he asks as he turns on the various showerheads.

“No, it’s hot enough just looking at you. Besides, the steam will obstruct my view,” I say as I look down at his erection. I lick my lips as I watch it jump in reaction to my gaze.

“I love that tongue of yours and how it darts out of your mouth when you see something you like. I’m glad you like what you see.” His eyes roam my body. His fiery gaze lingers at the juncture of my thighs, and he chuckles. “Do you remember when we first started dating, and I told you I wanted to see if you were a natural redhead?” he asks as he looks at my bare mound.

“Yes, and I remember the shocked look on your face when you saw I had no hair. I told you that you would have to take my word for it, but you didn’t believe me.”

Anthony’s hand cups my mound. “I like it,” he whispers.

“Mmm.” I let out a soft sigh as he pulls his hand from my girlie parts.

“That will be a place where I let my tongue get out of control today.” His touch and his words are making me quake with want.

CHAPTER FOUR

Anthony takes my hand and leads me into the shower. The warm water feels nice against my body. Reaching up to the built-in shelf, I grab the bottle of body wash. Bringing it to my nose, I inhale the fresh scent of citrus and squeeze an ample amount into my hand. I rub the gel over my stomach and down my legs.

“Let me do that for you. I will never pass up the opportunity to explore your body.” My palms lift off my thighs and are replaced by his strong hands. His touch is sensual and soft. There’s a sexual element to it, but it’s more than that. It feels like he’s studying for a class, and my ass is on the final. He pulls me against his body and holds me. It’s the most glorious feeling ever, being held like this as his hands caress my back.

“Ohh,” I moan as he massages my skin. My head leans against his chest, and I hear the steady staccato of his heartbeat. We stand like this until our fingers prune before he reaches up and turns off the jets. I follow him out of the shower. Anthony grabs a bath sheet and wraps me like a mummy. I stare at his body and watch his muscles flex as he dries his various parts. I never tire of looking at him. He is no longer erect, but he’s still beautiful.

Once dry, he turns his full attention to me. He pulls a smaller towel out of the cupboard and asks me to bend at the waist. I comply and feel him wrap my wet hair in the towel like a turban. Only a man who has been with many women or raised with sisters would know how to do that. Since I know he’s an only child, I figure it’s the knowledge he’s gained from experience. I’m not sure I like that thought.

The bath towel slowly unwinds, exposing my body. He stands in front of me, staring at me as a hungry cat stares at a bird.

“You have an amazing body, Emma. I don’t think I will ever get my fill of you.”

“So, those runs on the beach are paying off,” I say as he leads me to his bed.

“Most definitely.” He pulls the blankets back and gestures for me to climb in. I settle myself into the center of the big bed and turn to face him. He lies down beside me, propping up on one elbow to look at me. His lips touch mine, and then he pulls away. I feel him reach up and remove the towel from my head, letting my damp red curls fall around my shoulders.

He draws me to his body and wraps his hand around my back end. His fingers knead my flesh, which sends the fire that he stirs within me straight to my core. My body is aflame with a heated passion that only he has been able to light. I’ve had a tingle here and there, but I have never had a man release an inferno inside me by a kiss or touch like Anthony does.

“Oh … Anthony!” I call out as my body pulses with need.

“What do you need, babe? Tell me what you want—what you need.”

He rolls me onto my back and lets his fingers glide gently over my body. He hovers at my breasts. My pebbled nipples tingle from the inside out as his lips graze them. I arch up to meet him as he pulls away. I want his mouth on me.

“I needyou,” I pant, hardly able to catch my breath. His warmexhale lingers over my breast before he takes my hard nipple into his mouth. He gently bites down, tugging just before he releases his hold. I swear, there is a direct connection between my nipple and my love nub. I gasp as my sex clenches in reaction.

“You have me, babe. There’s no rush; let’s enjoy everything. The wait makes the reward that much sweeter.” He smiles at me as he moves his body over mine. His oral assault begins at my toes.

“Where did you get this scar from? I’ve noticed it before but forgot to ask.” He rubs the scar that sits smack dab in the middle of my right foot, then focuses his touch on my instep, making me squirm. I try to wriggle my foot away so the ticklish feeling will stop. He pulls back, letting me know he’s in charge.

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