He nods.
“I’m going to shower, but if you don’t want to wait, there’s a bathroom across the hall.”
Jacob nods. “Okay.”
I give him a smile as I head into my bathroom and start the shower. I close my eyes and let the warm water rush over me.When I open my eyes, I see Jacob, naked, opening the shower door. His gaze meets mine and I can’t help but smirk.
“Conserve water, shower with a friend,” he says smoothly, and I let out a chuckle. “It’s good for the sea turtles.”
“Of course, think of the sea turtles,” I say as he pushes me against the wall, his lips finding mine with ease. His kiss is hungry, bold. I like it. I like it a whole fucking lot.
I grasp his neck, squeezing his throat and he moans into my mouth.
I don’t know what’s gotten into him or me. But I’m not going to fight it.
Because this? Jacob and I? It feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.
“Turn around,” I say, and he listens without protest. I lather up some shampoo and run my fingers through his hair, tilting his head back to rinse and he groans as I use my fingers to massage his scalp.
“Oh my God, that feels so good. Were you a masseuse in another life?”
I chuckle. “Maybe.”
I massage his scalp and then his neck and shoulders as he leans back against me.
“So I have an idea,” he says. “For your party.”
“Our party,” I correct him. “Since you arehelping me,it’s your party, too.”
I grab the loofah and lather it up, soaping his body up nice and slow. I’ve never actually done this with a man before. I mean, I’ve showered with them. Fucked them in the shower.
But I’ve never taken my time before, like this. It feels good. Savoring the moment.
“Oh, please, do tell.”
Jacob turns around and the motion makes all the suds slide down his body as he plucks the loofah from my hands. Heraises an eyebrow at me, and I chuckle as he starts to wash me up. Sometimes he’s a brat, and sometimes he’s submissive. And other times, he takes charge. I never know which version of Jacob I’m going to get, and I kind of like that. I’m not sure which one I prefer. Maybe all of them.
“For lunch, we could do a heavier meal. Can keep it easy, simple. Steamed seafood or a boil, and for dinner, instead of a heavy meal, can do appetizers and shark-themed stuff. Like Jell-o parfaits or shots with gummy sharks or something.”
I twist my lips as I try to imagine his vision, and I think I can actually see it.
“Okay, I see what you’re doing,” I say, watching his expression as he focuses on scrubbing my chest. I grab his hand, and he looks up, stopping his motion.
“Cute,” I say. “I like it.”
His cheeks pinken up and he looks away from me. I grasp his chin and pull him back, kissing him without a second thought. He kisses me back without resistance.
“Your ideas aren’t the only thing that’s cute,” I whisper, kissing him again. God, his lips are so sweet. I can’t get enough of them.
“Mhmmm,” he says, breaking away from my mouth, his cheeks a deeper shade of scarlet.
“We’re going to be late for breakfast,” he says. I push him back against the wall, my lips craving his.
His cock throbs, and I groan as my mouth travels to his jaw, his neck. Everywhere I can reach.
“Fine by me,” I whisper as I grab his cock. He doesn’t push me away. He moans in defeat.
“Aaaaron—” he whines, but I shut him up with my mouth, and his protests cease as I stroke him slowly.
