20 Questions

Chapter 21

I vaguely hear voices in the hall and the sounds of the TV in the bar, but it seems like the world has vanished around me. Hunter's presence has taken me by storm and I am happy to be dancing in the rain. I lay on my stomach as his index finger traces along my spine. I turn my head to watch the rise and fall of his chest as it starts to normalize. He looks blissfully relaxed, his eyes closed and his lips turned up into a smile. I gaze at this beautiful man and wonder where he's been all my life.

"Are you staring at me?" he asks, my cheeks flushing with the embarrassment of getting caught.

"Maybe I am."

He shifts more on his side to face me, all messy hair and pink cheeks. "What are you thinking about?"

"I was just thinking about how amazing this night turned out to be."

I run my hand down his chest and stomach, my fingertips tracing the ridges of his abs. His body is pure perfection. Tan velvety flesh pulled taut against firm muscles, the soft patch of hair descending below his navel, and the goosebumps that appear from my own feathery touch. As I continue downward, I look for the ink on his hip. The tattoo is small and is simply an "O". I'm confused as to why anybody would tattoo a random letter, but I trace the circle with my finger.

"Not a tattoo you see every day, is it? I'm sure you are probably wondering what that is all about," he says.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious about it."

"Well, I will tell you the story of the tattoo if you promise to do something for me," he says.

"I'd do anything for you."

He smiles and rubs his thumb over my cheekbone. "Take a bath with me."

"It's scary how in my head you are," I tell him, swallowing deeply.

He doesn't respond, he simply scoots off the bed, reaches out and takes my hand. He walks into the bathroom and closes the door and I assume it is to dispose of the condom. I watch him all the way to the bathroom, his broad shoulders, his slender torso, his perfectly shaped ass. The tingle returns to my core and I count down the seconds until we are pressed against each other again.

I walk over to my suitcase and search for the candle and matches that I packed. I laughed at myself for bringing them, but I'm giving myself a pat on the back now. I light the candle and blow out the match, bringing my hand around the candle to avoid blowing out the flame as I make my way to the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush and the door opens. As I walk in and set the candle on the sink, Hunter never takes his eyes off me, especially when I bend over to turn on the water.

"You keep moving like that, we may never make it to the bath. I'm about five seconds away from bending you over that tub."

My stomach flutters as I motion for him to come closer. I wrap my arms around his bare torso and plant a kiss on his chest. He's hard again, that thick erection pressing against my stomach. I've yet to come down from my high and having him this close isn't helping. He twirls a lock of my hair around his finger as he takes my mouth tenderly. His lips linger on mine, his warm tongue running along my bottom lip and my body shivers with the contact. His kiss is infatuating and I'm lightheaded when he finally pulls away. When the water finally fills the tub, I turn off the light and turn to see my handsome man glowing in the candlelight. He is perfect and he is mine...for this week at least. I reach for my phone and turn on my Journey playlist.

"Journey, huh? I haven't heard those songs in forever," he says.

"They're my favorite band."

"Noted," he says as he steps into the tub, motioning for me to join. I ease into the water and rest my back against his chest. His strong arms wrap around me as I close my eyes, snuggling into his embrace. My mind goes back to the months leading up to this trip, every bath I took alone and the longing to have someone to share it with. I never imagined that I would find that person when I planned this getaway. I had no idea that someone as amazing as Hunter even existed. It's so natural with him that I feel like I have known him longer than I have. His face nuzzles into my neck as he begins running his finger up and down my sternum, grazing my breasts with each vertical caress.