Page 67 of Fire and Ice
“Happy three-month anniversary.” He leaned over and kissed her.
It had been three months to the day since he had first asked her out at the skating rink, and now they were married.
He let his hand rest on her bare thigh, slightly below her one-piece swimsuit. In the past she might have been self-conscious about wearing a bathing suit in public, but Grady made her feel like every one of her curves was made just for him.
She let her gaze drift over his tanned, gorgeous body and felt desire curl in her belly. Her voice turned husky. “I want you.”
“You did not just say that on a beach full of people.” He glanced down at his swim trunks. “Yep. Hard as a rock and not moving from this place until I don’t look like a sock is stuffed in my trunks.”
“Let’s get into the water for a few minutes.” She scooted up on the beach towel. “It’s cold enough to make you forget how much you want to be in bed with me.”
He groaned. “Do you want to go back to our bungalow or not?”
She gave him her most contrite look. “I will behave.” Her expression turned mischievous. “Until I get a hold of you once we’re on the other side of the door.”
It was clear he was trying not to smile. “You are such a tease.”
“I deliver whatever I promise.” She ran her palm down his chest, which was slick with sunblock and perspiration, and trailed her finger to the waistband of his swim trunks. “Why don’t we leave, and I’ll show you?”
A wave slammed onto the shore, close enough to spray them, and Chelsea gasped in surprise at the cold water splattering her. Remnants of the wave rolled up and soaked their towels before retreating.
“Whoa.” She laughed as Grady got to his feet. “If I wasn’t fully awake before, I am now.”
He reached down and grabbed her hand. “Let’s rinse off, pack up, and go to the bungalow.” He drew her close and pressed his body against hers. He whispered in her ear. “I’m going to take you in every room. Twice.”
She shivered, desire tingling in her belly. “Two times in every room?”
He put his forehead to hers. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She kissed him, and the heat between them was hotter than the Hawaiian sun. They ran into the water, splashing until the water reached her waist.
After they packed up and grabbed their belongings, they returned to the rental car, drove to the resort, and hurried to their ocean-view bungalow, which they had booked for the week. Tomorrow, they would go to the Island of Oahu.
Chelsea felt wonderfully hot, sticky, and sandy. She and Grady dumped everything in the tiled foyer, and the next thing she knew, she was in his arms.
His kisses burned her hotter than the sun ever could. His kiss was so intense that she was barely aware that he was maneuvering her into the bathroom. He smelled so good, of sun-warmed flesh and sunblock.
When he broke the kiss, she saw they were in the exquisite master bathroom. He turned on the water to heat it while she stripped out of her bathing suit, then he ditched his trunks.
He kissed her again, walking her backward into the stone-tiled, walled shower. He moved her under the spray.
She gave a little yelp when the water hit her body. “That’s cold.”
“It’s warming up.” He laughed and reached for the shampoo. “Stand still and I’ll wash your hair.”
The water's temperature became more bearable as she obeyed, and soon, he was working the lather through her hair and rubbing her scalp. She could stand in place for ages, her eyes closed, as he massaged her head.
After rinsing out the shampoo, he applied conditioner and let it sit. He then started soaping her all over with a citrus-scented body gel. He moved the sponge slowly and sensually, and her body ached for him to take her.
He moved in front of her and slid the sponge from her shoulders and down to her breasts. He lightly brushed her nipples, and she gasped at the eroticism of the movement.
Barely able to breathe, she watched him as he paid close attention to her body, as if he worshipped every part of her.
Water rained down on her head and back. Her heart thumped, and her breathing hitched as he eased lower. He knelt in front of her. She braced her palms on his shoulders, her body becoming soft and pliable, as if she might melt right into him.
A swipe of Grady’s tongue against her soft flesh obliterated all thought from her mind. She moaned, and he gripped her hips with his big hands and pressed his mouth tighter to her folds while he licked and sucked her.
Her climax hit hard and fast. She cried out as her body quaked and trembled, and she felt dizzy. Her core contracted around his finger as he eased it into her, driving her closer to the edge of a second orgasm.
