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Chapter Eighteen

"I don't think I have ever seen something so beautiful wrapped all over me before." Doug is lazily running his fingers up and down my bare back, admiring how I look with my arm and leg draped across his nakedness. "I could do with staying like this all night long." He sighs; a sigh of such obvious contentment.

Snuggling in closer to Doug, I mumble with my chin on his shoulder. "I'm going to fall asleep at this rate." My own fingers now begin to play with the soft, dark hairs that thinly cover his chest.

"I might, too." In a playful move, he's now rolling us from side to side on the bed. "But we can't sleep until later." Teasingly kissing my neck, Doug is trying to snap us both out of our dozy bliss.

Giggling beneath him, my hands entwine around the back of his neck. "I'd better go and have a shower, I suppose?"

Sniffing the skin on my neck and my collar bone, Doug grins. "I think I prefer you smelling of sex and me."

Laughing, I cheekily give him a playful peck on the lips before pushing him off for that shower. Watching my every move, Doug calls out from where he is still lying on the bed. "Do you need a hand? I could be your shower gel squeezer?"

I'm smiling to myself as I turn the shower on before peeping my head around the bathroom door. "You can be my chief shower gel squeezer, if you like?"

As Doug eagerly clambers off the bed, his mobile starts ringing from where he left it on the bedside table. With the steam from the water spray now creeping into the hotel room, I leave Doug to take his call in private while I go and have that shower. While I massage in the shampoo into my dark hair, I can't seem to wash away any of the happiness from my face. Sleeping with Doug was everything I imagined it to be—sexy, unhurried, cherishing and fun—he's an attentive lover, that's for sure. Tipping my head gently back to rinse the silky suds from my hair, I smile at the memory of how good Doug's lips felt as they brushed themselves across my outstretched throat. The thrill of it, can still be felt in the depths of my excited stomach. With my eyes closed and the water warmly raining down on me, I don't hear Doug join me in the shower; I only feel his familiar and arousing touch. His hands are caressing my soaked body—my arms, my shoulders and then the top of my thighs—caressing them in sensuous silence until he feels ready to huskily break that sensuous silence. "I'm just getting the shower gel." Holding me safely around the waist with one arm, Doug's soaked physique sticks to the front of my body as he reaches for the milk and vanilla shower wash behind me. With my hair now rinsed of all my shampoo, I wipe the water from my eyes with my fingers, because I want to see Doug.

I want to see all of him, naked and so steamily wet.

Giving the plastic bottle a quick little squeeze, out comes the thick and fragrant wash in the palm of his waiting hand. Pressing his body against mine again, and enjoying it while he does, Doug puts the shower wash back on the small shelf with a sinfully given smirk. Once back to his steamy place in front of me, he rubs his hands slowly together; those brown eyes of his not once looking away from my anticipating blue ones. "Let's get you all lathered up." Is his quietly given promise. Like I am made of something so beautifully breakable, he tenderly starts washing all of my skin. His soapy hands lather up my arms, my stomach, my breasts and my neck. "Turn around." Comes a hushed order as he pleasurably proceeds to caress the shower gel into my back and all over my buttocks. His wet palms deliver such delicate and desirous strokes, excitably everywhere on my milk and vanilla fragranced skin. Tilting my head, I silently plead for his lips to adore my cleansed throat. Knowing what I want, Doug brings the fullness of his masterful mouth down onto my neck. As his hands wipe away the last traces of the sweet-smelling shower gel from my body, his lips are getting all dirty upon my enthralled neck.