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But she still hesitated when it came to removing her bikini, and Caleb noticed. ‘Get in the shower, wait until you feel comfortable.’

Hannah did as she was told and stepped under the warm water, allowing it to wash the salt and insecurities away. Caleb crowded in behind her. ‘Want me to wash your hair?’

‘Please.’

A moment later he was lathering the shampoo through her hair. ‘It smells nice,’ he said, and she tried to stifle a groan as his fingers massaged her scalp.

‘It’s the same brand Becky used to buy. She had the passionfruit one, but I prefer a lemon scent. I always wanted to buy it, but was trying to save my money.’ She tilted her head, allowing the spray to rinse away the suds.

‘So, what changed your mind?’

She turned to face him, shifting to the side so her back was against the wall, and she was no longer directly under the spray. ‘This bathroom deserved better,’ she joked, but she realised then that she also deserved better. ‘Want me to wash your hair?’

Amusement deepened the lines around his mouth. ‘Can you reach?’

‘If you lean down a bit, I can.’

To her surprise, he knelt down in front of her, his head lowered and the spray drenching his head and shoulders.

‘Do you want me to use yours or mine?’ she asked.

‘Yours. I can’t get enough of you.’

Her breath hitched at his words, but she dutifully did as he asked, soaping up his hair, allowing it to rinse out almost immediately, her impatience to kiss him again reaching a fever pitch. His hands smoothed up her thighs in a gentle caress, and she leaned back against the cold tiles.

Feeling a little braver, she undid her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Caleb’s head turned to stare at the crumpled garment, and then he rose up onto his feet, wrapping a big hand around the back of her neck to kiss her deeply, his chest pressing against her breasts.

The kiss was rougher this time, and she loved every second of it, moaning beneath him as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth. His fingers wrapped around the bikini’s waistband either side of her hips. Not tugging them down but reminding her that they were still in the way, as his hard cock pressed against her stomach.

Breathless, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, kissing him back with equal passion – she couldn’t get enough of him either. She wanted to drown in his touch. One of his hands shifted, slipping around from her hip to below her belly button. He hesitated, breaking off their kiss to look her in the eyes.

‘I want to touch you.’

Dizzy, she gave a quick nod of permission, and his hand slipped into the bikini bottoms to cup her fully, his index finger finding her swollen clit easily.

Hannah inhaled sharply, her head rocking back, his lips kissing a trail up her neck and back to her lips. The spray bounced off his shoulders as he curved over her, his mouth lightly sucking on her collarbone, as his hardness rocked against her stomach and his finger circled in a leisurely motion. He seemed content to stroke her, and warm pleasure began to build, gently tightening within her.

She began to rock against his fingers, closing her eyes and enjoying the stream of water flowing down her skin. He shifted slightly, and when she opened them again, he was staring back at her intently. He pressed closer, gripping one of her thighs and raising it slightly as his finger pushed inside of her.

Their breath mingled in the steam and she moaned. He answered her with a deep kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his finger slid in and out of her. She moaned, grabbing his shoulders and clinging onto him as he added another finger and rubbed her clit with his thumb. The thickness of his fingers combining with the stroke of his thumb was enough to make her spine arch and her body cry out for more.

‘Fuck,’ he grunted as if he were also overwhelmed with desire. Her hips began to rock in time with his fingers, and the pleasurable heat had spiralled into something tighter and more desperately urgent.

‘You feel so fucking good,’ he growled as his body pushed her firmly against the cold tiles, his cock sliding back and forth against the curve of her waist. She reached for him, stroking him, delighting in the strength of his reaction as he too began to pant and moan beneath her touch.

The stroke of his fingers increased, and she matched him thrust for thrust, grinding her hips against him until she was gritting her teeth and clutching him tightly. Riding a tightening spiral of heat up to a climax that sparkled just out of reach.

His fingers curved slightly within her on the next stroke, and with a gasping cry she buried her face in his shoulder, giving herself up to the intensity of the best orgasm of her life.

She clung to him for several seconds as the waves of pulsing release flowed through her. Gently, he removed his fingers and shut off the water with one hand, and then gathered her up. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, he carried her from the shower. ‘Be careful, the floor is slippery,’ she said, mumbling the warning against his neck.

He shifted a single arm beneath her bottom and then chucked a towel from the rack onto the floor. Silently, she grabbed another and threw it down once he’d reached the end of the first.

‘Best put me down.’ She sighed when they’d reached the end of the second towel.

‘Do you want me to?’

‘No.’