Sex Lessons | L.H

36. Private

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Kate's POV

Our lips collided under the water, making a fire ignite in the pit of my stomach. My arms stayed by my side, me being confused on where to rest my hands.

I could feel all of the unsaid words, all of the hidden things, and all of my worries disappear with his lips on mine. It was like nothing mattered except us at this moment, and it felt so good to not have to think about anything else but him.

Luke's hands, which were placed on either side of my cheeks, removed themselves and found mine, interlocking our fingers. After a few more seconds, he pulled away before leaning back in and kissing me again briefly.

"I love you, like, a lot," he said. He detached our hands and moved his around my waist, pulling me close to him. I rested my head on his chest, just letting the water of the shower run down my back.

I started to wonder how long it would be before the water ran cold, but I assumed it wouldn't for a long time since we were in a resort where a large portion of people could possibly be taking taking a steaming hot shower at the same time.

I could hear the rapid beating of his heart, but his chest rose and fell at a steady pace. I could only imagine that mine was the same.

"I love you, Luke," I finally stated. I felt him kiss the top of my head before pulling away again.

He reached behind him to grab the soap and a washcloth. His hair, much like mine, was completely soaked at this point. He poured some of the gel like liquid into the cloth and started rubbing it together until suds and bubbles started to form.

Once it was lathered to his satisfaction, he reached his free hand out. I raised an eyebrow, and he nodded, signaling that he did actually want me to give him my arm so he could wash it.

I reached my hand out, and he took my wrist in his grasp. The soapy cloth in his hands trailed up and down my arm, leaving bubbles in its path.

The farther up my arm he traveled, the faster my heart started to race. At one point he was focusing solely on cleaning my skin, and then he just started staring into my eyes as he completed his work.

The thick fog from the hot shower was starting to become even more thick from the way he was touching me and looking at me so innocently at the same time. I tore my gaze away from his as he went across my collar bones and shoulders to move to my other arm.

His actions were awfully slow, teasing even, and I didn't think I liked it. I wanted something, anything, to happen already.

He continued to drag the cloth up and down my other arm until he got to my neck, where a lot of the purple marks that he left me earlier were. He started walking closer to me as he washed behind my neck and down my back.

Just before he got to my butt, he brought the cloth back to the front of my body and started gliding it across my torso, where the rest of the love bites were. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt his hand cup my right breast. I looked up at him, and he was watching my face, gauging my reaction.

There was nothing super special about my chest really. If you asked me, I would say I had the body of a pre-pubescent twelve-year-old. I literally wore an A, which is the smallest cup size, but I guess it had it's advantages.