Dirty Lies

MOONLIGHT

I flicked off the harsh light so the full moonlight streaming through the skylight in the roof illuminated the bathroom.

"Too dark?"

The sound of softly splashing water echoed as Skylar moved to one side of the tub. "No, it's perfect."

She was perfect.

Since I walked into the bathroom, I couldn't tear my gaze off her body.

I hadn't felt right about making love to her earlier when I knew I was leaving and she didn't. But now that she was aware of my half-assed plans, now that I'd all but bared my soul to her—as much as I could in this situation—maybe she wanted one final night.

If that was the case...well, I'd take anything she would give. However bittersweet.

Regardless, I needed her touch. Her kisses. Her nearness.

I eased into the hot water and she smiled. Her sweetness made my heart ache. And she was so fucking sexy. How could I let her go? I didn't want to. At all.

My hand caressed the smooth skin of her calf. The tub was so big, we could face each other and stretch our legs.

"Come closer." I tugged on her calf.

Moving slowly, she sat in between my legs, her back to me. She swept her long, half-wet hair up, tying it into a messy knot at her nape. Just the tender motion of her doing that sent a current through my body.

I gently washed the curve of her back and shoulders and kissed her damp neck, pausing to softly lick and bite. My hands slid over her breasts, stomach, and legs, slippery from the soap that smelled like lime and basil.

She let out little mewl, then turned around and knelt in the water to wash me slowly from my neck to my feet, pausing to brush her lips over mine.

When she finished, I kissed the palms of her wet hands.

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