I lift my head then, to turn it towards him. How are his eyes a different shade of blue?
“Why would you apologize?” I ask softly.
Both of his eyebrows lift in surprise before he finally talks. “For making you doubt what I said last night and this morning. For making you believe for one second that the sight of your fucking amazing breasts and tight nipples could ever make me feel something other than the need to touch and hold and nip at them. But, yeah. I left. Because I figured our talk was too fresh and it might scare you away if I made a move right there in that damn shower.”
I blink. Once. Twice. A hundred times. And decide not to follow my brain on the freak out path, or acknowledge the sudden throbbing between my legs.
“Amazing, uh?” I ask in a light tone, turning on my side to fully face him, giving him more room on the mattress that he immediately takes, flushing our bodies together.
He smiles then. A full-on grin, flashing his dimple and teeth and transforming even his eyes.
“The best sight ever.”
“Hmhm.”
“I thought I died and went to heaven.”
“Sure.” I roll my eyes and he chuckles, his large hand sliding from my hip to my waist to squeeze softly.
His head is propped on a fist, making it one of the few places we’re not touching. My breasts—thankfully, covered by my bikini top—are partly against his hard chest, our legs and feet entwined.
He keeps his hips back though, and I don’t want to assume, but it might have to do with what he was feeling in the shower this morning.
He lifts his hand from my waist to slowly meet the back of my head, and my throat dries. Is he going to kiss me? Right here? When Jack only has to look behind him and spot us? Or, Nuri and Evie could come back at any time? Why am I only slightly worried?
My eyes drop to his lips. Full and soft looking. I wonder what he tastes like.
I feel him fumble with my hair and I close my eyes.Kiss me, kiss me, just kiss me…
But he doesn’t. I feel my hair tie being softly pulled away and my hair escaping the ponytail until it’s free behind me.
“What are you doing?” I murmur, opening my eyes to realize that my face is inches from his collarbone.I kinda want to lick at it.
“I’ve always wanted to slide my hand in your hair. It looks—” his Adam’s apple goes up and down as he pauses. “—Silky. I love your hair.”
“You do?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah. It’s so long, thick, and wild.” His fingers slip through the strands, sliding slowly from the roots to the ends, and repeating the motion. “Soft. So soft.”
It feels good. So good that I close my eyes and tilt my head back in appreciation, a smile tugging at my lips.
“I’ve always found it… Dull.” I admit, thinking about the ordinary brown.
“I think it’s beautiful. Like a chocolate fountain that’s turning bronze when it reaches the bottom.”
I almost purr at the next passage of his fingers. I can’t help it, I’ve always loved head massages when going to the hair salon. And with today’s nearly orgasmic foot massage too? I guess massages are the way to my heart.
I don’t stand a chance against a physiotherapist.
“At the restaurant,” I start, relaxing into his touch, “the first thing I thought when you started to rub my foot was that your hands were probably magical.”
He chuckles and I realize his face is closer than I thought when I feel the air against my temple. “I really want to hold off on the inappropriatecomments, so I’ll just say thank you.”
I blush, but I don’t move to hide it. Wouldn’t want to stop the amazing things he’s making me feel with his hand in my hair…
“I think we’re late in our sunscreen reapplying schedule,” he murmurs almost directly in my ear, and the hairs on my arm rise as a shiver goes down my spine.
“Oh, no… What will Ikram do to us?” I ask playfully.
