I winced and shook my head, burying it in his chest.
“I know. I loved it then too. It’s been all I could think about for the past three weeks.”
His declarations were all too much. I needed time to absorb it all. But then again, I didn’t want to be away from him for another minute.
“Can we…talk later? I need to wash the sand off my feet.”
He stepped back. “Right, of course.”
I bit my lip, missing the closeness. “Can you help me?”
A wicked grin formed his face. He led me to the small bathroom and released my hand. “Can I trust you to not walk into doors while I turn the shower on?”
I shrugged and he hesitated before moving toward the knobs.
He went in first, testing the water and waiting until it warmed before pulling me in. We held each other under the spray for a long while before he started to lather soap over my hair, neck, and arms. His hands were everywhere on me and I was lost in his embrace.
I wanted him again and was ready for everything as long as we could be just who we are.
Picking up on my need, he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around him—our bodies starved for each other.
“Fuck, Harper.” He pressed me against the tile and I nodded when he paused to look at me, giving him permission to take me with everything he had. I gasped when he filled me. No hesitation, no inching in to give me time to adjust, he went in full force only pausing for a moment when he was fully inside me until I relaxed.
I was so content I wanted to cry. This was it. There would never be anyone else I’d ever want to feel this close to or this powerful connection with.
He was it.
“I love you,” I whispered, knowing the timing was less than ideal.
He pulled back and held the back of my head with one hand, grinning at me so intriguingly.
“I know you already know, but I just wanted to tell you.”
He pushed into me again. “What other secrets can I get by driving into you?”
I bit my lip. “Only one way to find out.”
“Did you quit your job because of what I said to you in my office?” He stroked my damp hair across the pillow as we laid on the bed, talking. It must have been long past midnight. I’d told him about my time off work before I came down here. My plans to work freelance for now and he thought it was a brilliant idea but insisted one of his attorneys review my contract with Frankie.
I hummed. “What did you say to me in your office?”
“Never mind.”
I raised a coy brow at him.
“Because I was wrong, you know, serving coffee? It’s quite gratifying, I may never go back,” he joked.
“Everything is more gratifying when you’re in Paradise,” I pointed out.
He moved in on top of me. “Is that so? Because I remember your screams being louder back in my apartment.”
“What, you mean compared to the shower? I’ve seen more action from an eggplant,” I teased.
He laughed and rolled me over him pulling on his cock. “Show me again, how you check to make sure it’s ripe and ready.”
I covered my face laughing and shook my head as he continued to tease and torture me slowly until he had me begging for more, then finally proving that everything was in fact more gratifying in Paradise.
EPILOGUE
