I feathered the conditioner into the ends of my hair, aware of his eyes on me the entire time—like he was tracking all my movements so he could do it himself next time. But maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part.
By the time I turned around, he had already lathered up his hair and was elbow deep in suds.
“I wanted to do that.”
“Sorry, baby girl. Next time.” Mal grinned at me before turning to rinse his hair. “The hot water tanks aren’t huge here, so we have a finite amount of time.”
I shrugged. “I just have to wash up. I’ll be quick.”
His grin turned downright naughty. “I’m sorry, but I really think that’s a service I need to provide for you.”
Chapter 8
Still Saylor
I bit my bottom lip and tried to fight the ridiculous grin from spreading across my face. Nodding at the whirl of material hanging in the corner, I said innocently, “I usually use a loofah.”
“Today, I’m gonna be your loofah.”
My laughter over his silly offer was quickly joined by his deep chuckles.
But our laughter faded away as his large hands lathered up with my bodywash. That, combined with the intent look in his eyes, had me catching my breath. Now it didn’t feel so silly and light.
Now I knew he had all kinds of dirty, dirty thoughts running through his mind.
And he was going to act them out with me.
I swayed toward him, like a puppet caught by its string.
He grinned smugly down at me. “I need you to turn around.”
Something about the glint in his eye and his husky voice just made me weak in the knees.
His grin turned downright wicked. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”
My knees about went out.
I swayed full force at him, and he muffled a curse as he caught me. I clutched at his shoulders and hid my burning face in his very muscle-y chest. God, that was embarrassing.
His husky laughter echoed around us. “Fuck, you’re about perfect, baby girl.”
I shivered in his arms. “I feel ridiculous. Like I swear you could make me orgasm just with your dirty talk.”
His chest rumbled under me. “As much as I wanna test your theory out, we gotta finish up before we run out of warm water here. It might be a luxury resort, but we’re still on an island.”
Then his hands moved over me, spreading the suds all over my body. His fingers lingered on my breasts, teasing the aching peaks of my nipples. Plucking. Rasping. Teasing.
I moaned, the sound so loud in our little echo chamber.
“Mmm, you feeling a little needy? Want me to do something about it?”
“Yes. Please.” I groaned as his hands continued to wash my chest. Moving over my breasts like I’d soaked them in mud before showering.
“Filthy. Just so filthy,” Mal murmured as his hands caressed my breast, passing over my nipples again and again. The soap was long gone. Just his hands and the water beating down on us as he teased the aching tips.
“Mal,” I whined, moving my hips into his thighs. I need more.
“I thought we agreed on you calling me Daddy last night.”
