Page 43 of Kailirex

“Sunblock first,” I told my reflection, and after pulling off the kaftan, I got to work. The shower stopped and I paused in my efforts to get a look at my man as he emerged from the steamy bathroom, droplets of water on his skin making him look like some kind of sea god. Spotting the sunblock in my hand, he strode over.

“I can do your back,” he murmured, plucking the bottle from my grasp. He pushed my hair out of the way, then kissed the nape of my neck. I shivered, remembering how his lips felt on me earlier, as he tasted other places. I felt my nipples pebble and shut my eyes, trying to rein myself in.

Shit, his hands felt so good rubbing the cream all over my back and rubbing it in that it should be a sin.

“There you go,” he rasped, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as I opened them. “Unless you need something else.”

“No, I’m good for now,” I squeaked and he snorted in disbelief.

“If you say so,” he replied, his towel tenting obscenely.

I hoped he got that monster under control before we made it out.

“I do, but um, you might want to think of something disgusting to, you know, make that go away.”

“I will wear a loose shirt and the shorts are also loose fitting,” he said.

I hoped he knew what he was doing, but hey, if he wasn’t going to be embarrassed, then neither was I. Besides, it would probably deflate once we were in the elevator, right?

I slid the kaftan back over my head, slipped on the size six sandals, and let out a happy sigh as I saw they fit just as I’d said they would.

He was already half dressed, board shorts on. Huh. That busy print and loose fit did kinda disguise his raging boner. I turned my attention back to myself and the mascara waiting for me to coat my eyelashes with it.