Page 140 of Say Yes to the Nemesis
“The one that’s bigger than my first apartment?”
“That’s the one.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I lift her out of the water, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her toward the villa. She’s giggling and kissing my neck and generally making it very difficult to navigate the stairs without tripping.
“You’re going to drop me,” she says.
“Never.”
“You’re not that strong.”
“Are you questioning my athletic ability?”
“I’m questioning your coordination while distracted.”
“I’m not distracted.”
“Liar.”
She nips at my earlobe and I nearly stumble. “Okay, maybe a little distracted.”
We make it to the bathroom without incident, though I have to set her down to figure out how to work the shower controls. The thing has more buttons than a spaceship.
“Here,” Wren says, reaching around me to adjust the temperature. “Like this.”
The water starts flowing, multiple showerheads creating this perfect cascade of warmth. Steam immediately begins fogging the glass walls.
“This is ridiculous,” I say.
“Ridiculously amazing.”
“I feel like I’m in a spa commercial.”
“Less talking, more washing,” she says, pulling me under the spray.
The hot water feels incredible after the chlorine from the hot tub. Wren reaches for the shampoo, working it through her hair. I just watch for a moment. The way the water runs down her body, the way she moves, completely unselfconscious and beautiful.
“You’re staring again,” she says without opening her eyes.
“Can’t help it.”
“Make yourself useful. Wash my back.”
I take the body wash and start working it across her shoulders, down her spine. My hands slide over her skin, slick with soap and water. She leans into my touch.
“That feels good,” she murmurs.
“Just good?”
“Fishing for compliments again.”
“Always.”
I work my way down her back, taking my time, mapping every inch of her. When I reach the curve of her ass, she turns in my arms.
“My turn,” she says.
Her hands on my chest, sliding through the soap, is pure torture. She’s thorough, washing every inch of me with careful attention. When her soapy hands wrap around my cock, I nearly come on the spot.
