Page 120 of Third Chances (Men of Manhattan 2)

How was I ever supposed to fall in love if I was scared of giving all of myself to someone? I wanted to give myself to Rob. And I wanted him to give himself to me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore my hands shaking as I pulled the straps down my shoulders.

"Stop."

I opened my eyes, embarrassed that I was making this such a big deal. But I had only had sex in the dark under sheets before. At least until yesterday with him, but I hadn't taken off my shirt.

"Keep it on. I like it."

I smiled. No one liked my one-piece bathing suit. He was more patient that he realized he was. Patience and passion. Really, what was I waiting for? I ran onto the rocks and leapt into the air. I landed in the water with a splash beside him.

When I came up for air I thought he'd be right there, but he was swimming toward the waterfall. I swam after him, taking a deep breath and going under the cascading water.

"Hey." He grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him as soon as I was on the other side.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, very aware of his hardness pressed against me. "Hey."

His wet hand went through my hair. "I'm sorry that I left."

I shook my head and pressed my forehead against his. "I'm sorry that I pushed you away."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. Not here." I pressed my palms against the muscles of his back. "Not right now."

"Hmm." He kissed my cheek and then the side of my neck. His breath was warm against my skin.

I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to shower under the waterfall. I just wanted him inside of me again. Instead, I heard the click of a bottle opening in the darkness and then his scent was suddenly stronger. "We're really going to shower?"

"Was something else on your mind?" Before I could answer, his fingertips were massaging my scalp. His soapy fingers wandered through the length of my hair. He grabbed the ends of my hair and gently pulled, tilting my head back. His fingers once again found my scalp and slowly massaged me. All I could smell was him. And for some reason, the idea that I was covered in the same alluring scent turned me on even more. He gently tugged my hair again.

I moaned and tilted my hips, pressing myself against his erection.

He took a step forward, letting the water cascade down onto my soapy head as his lips met mine. It was different than it had been before. Maybe it was just in my head, but his kisses seemed seductive and sensual. There was no sense of urgency anymore, just passion. I could barely breathe under the water, but it felt like his kisses were enough, like they were the only sustenance I needed.

He pulled us out from under the waterfall again. I could hear him panting as he left a trail of kisses down the side of my neck and across my clavicle. His lips stopped at the straps of my bathing suit and he traced the fabric with his fingers. "May I?"

"Yes."

He slowly pushed both straps down my shoulders. He pulled the fabric down and I felt the cold water against my naked breasts. I pulled my arms out the rest of the way so that my bathing suit just hung around my waist.

He poured more soap into his hands and started to slowly massage my shoulders. He took his time, torturing and pleasing me at the same time. It actually felt like he was washing away my problems. It was the most erotic and most relaxing thing I had ever done. When he finally reached my breasts he groaned.

In the darkness we could barely see each other. But it seemed to heighten the sensation of touch. Because when his fingertips reached my nipples I moaned too. "I think I'm clean enough."

"I'm not done." He took a step forward under the waterfall to rinse away the soap. He seemed to be paying extra attention to making sure my breasts didn't have any soap on them. His palms gently massaged them as his fingers slowly rolled my nipples.

"I don't care." I gripped the back of his hair. "I need you, Rob."

"You need me?" He leaned forward. "Like this?" His tongue swirled around one of my nipples as his free hand grabbed my ass.

Oh God. "Yes."

He lightly bit down on my nipple and tugged.

I gripped the back of his hair tighter, begging him not to move.

He continued to tease my nipples as his other hand slid down my ass. He pushed the bottom of my bathing suit aside as his fingers found my slit.

I tilted my head back, letting the water fall all over me as his finger slowly entered me. The swirls of his tongue around my nipples matched the teasing of his finger. His mouth moved to my other breast, loving it the same way. He thrust his finger deep inside of me as his teeth gently bit my soft flesh.

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