“What is this?” Lorenzo asked. “I’ve never seen this kind of fruit before.”
“We call it a Leopard-Fur Fruit, because the seeds look like rosettes,” I explained. “Apparently it's only found on this island.”
Lorenzo took the other half of the fruit and examined it. “Interesting…”
While he wasn’t paying attention, I scooped out the inside of the fruit and began slathering it on his skin.
He yelped. “What are you doing?”
“You’re paler than seafoam,” I grumbled. “You need something to protect your skin or you’re gonna burn.”
Lorenzo blushed. He stood still as I rubbed the fruit’s oily flesh into his skin. I enjoyed the feeling of the solid muscles beneath my fingers. When I finished rubbing it into his back and shoulders, I came around to his chest and continued.
“I could do this part myself, you know,” he said, but made no attempt to do so.
“Probably.” I smirked. “You’re not stopping me, though.”
He shrugged. “I suppose wearegetting married, so this isn’t entirely inappropriate.”
Oh, right. The fake marriage.
“Right,” I said.
Ignoring how sexy his abs and chest were, I finished slathering his skin and stepped back. “There. Now you won’t show up to the wedding as red as a beet. I just have to do your legs and you’re good to go.”
Lorenzo’s face turned pink again, and it wasn’t from the sun. “I think I can do that part myself.”
I shrugged and handed him the rest of the fruit. “Suit yourself. I thought it’d be more convincing for me to do it, since wearegetting married, remember?”
He paused. With a sigh, he slowly removed his shorts until he stood only in his briefs. I made no effort to stop myself from glancing at his package, which was far larger than mine. Fitting for a dragon alpha, that was for sure.
“If youreallydon’t want me to do it, I don’t have to,” I said.
“No, it’s quite alright. Besides, there are places where it’s difficult for me to reach,” he said, avoiding my eyes. “Go ahead.”
I licked my lips. “If you say so…”
Kneeling, I scooped the oily fruit between my fingers. I began at Lorenzo’s feet and slowly worked my way up his calves and thighs, which were just as muscular as the rest of him. He was undeniably sexy. I’d never been so close to someone who wasn’t a family member, and obviously this was completely different than that. A small heat burned within my stomach as I smeared the oil across the back of Lorenzo’s knees and up the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. There was no denying the way my breath caught in my throat as my cheek nearly brushed his cock, still hidden away in his underwear.
When it was finished, I stood and gave him space - although I didn’t know if it was for his sake or my own.
I cleared my throat and wiped the remaining oil on myself. “There. All done.”
Lorenzo’s skin glistened in the sunlight from the oil. He gestured to the pool beneath the waterfall. “Thank you. Now, shall we?”
I stripped down to my shorts - because I didnotwant Lorenzo to see the fact that smearing oil on him had slightly turned me on - and kicked my clothes into a pile before dipping into the pool. The cool water was a refreshing contrast to the summer heat - and the different heat building below my core.
Lorenzo joined me in the water with a content sigh. He was probably even hotter than I was - temperature wise, I mean - since he wasn’t used to this rainforest heat.
“So, is there anything special I have to do here?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, is there a significance to the waterfall? Ceremonial, spiritual?”
“Oh.” I laughed. “No. My mom just wanted you to be clean for the wedding.” I reached into the bottom of the pool and pulled out a rock with rough edges. “Here. Scrub yourself.” I raised a brow teasingly. “Unless you wantmeto do it again.”
I didn’t miss the way his cheeks flushed pink again. “No, thank you. I can do it myself.”
