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Realizing he likes what he sees, it makes me braver, and I shove the jeans down my legs. I had to give up my panties on day two of the trip.
Naked as the day I was born, I walk closer to the shower and step inside. My teeth nibble on my bottom lip, and my eyebrows draw together.
He brushes the tip of his pointer finger over the area between my eyes, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle begins to jump in his cheek, right above where his beard starts.
“I love this cute expression you get when you’re awkward or uncertain.” His hungry gaze drifts down my body again, his features tightening with lust. “Do you use a loofah or prefer washing with your hands?”
“Loofah.” I glance at the shelf and memorize where the bodywash, shampoo, and conditioner are before I remove my glasses.
Rowan takes them from me, then says, “You just stand there and look sexy. I’ve got you.” I hear him squirt bodywash onto the loofah, then he takes hold of my hand and places it in my palm. “Just let me know if you need help. I wouldn’t mind getting a chance to wash you.”
I have the feeling if I allow that we’ll end up having sex.
A burst of laughter escapes me, and I shake my head. When I begin to wash, he lets out a groan. “You have a beautiful body, Annie. Watching you soap yourself up is one hell of an erotic sight.”
Heat creeps up my neck, and I blush hard. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
I really am. I would’ve died if he wasn’t pleased with my body.
“Freckles everywhere. So fucking perfect.” He doesn’t move, and I can only make out his shadowy shape, which is facing me. “I can’t wait to get to Peru. I’m going to spend the first week in bed, counting all your freckles. I want to know exactly how many you have.”
I chuckle and turn around so I can wash between my legs without him seeing.
“Fuck,” he practically growls. “You even have freckles on your sexy ass.” I feel the air vibrate as if a blast of energy rushes through the shower, zapping over my skin. “Please, tell me I can touch you.”
I turn my head sideways and nod.
Rowan steps right up to me, then grabs hold of my butt cheeks. A groan rumbles from him as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“Absolute fucking perfection.” His fingers dig hard into my skin, then his palms roam up and down my back and sides before slipping around my front to rub hungrily over my breasts.
Suddenly, he pulls away, his tone nothing but a ravenous growl. “We need to finish before I lose control.”
I stand still, considering taking the next step with him, but then he says, “Shower, Annie. I don’t want our first time to be rushed and in this house.”
I begin moving again and hurry through my routine.
Once I’m covered by the white dress he picked out, I brush my hair, taking my time to get all the tangles out.
My eyes keep darting to Rowan, who looks badass in the black T-shirt and cargo pants.
He catches me, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Like what you see, my light?”
I don’t even bother trying to lie, and nod. “You are a very attractive man.” I set down the brush and turn around to face him. “You have the most beautiful eyes. Sometimes it feels like you can look into my deepest parts.”
He steps closer, and lifting his hand, he brushes his knuckles over my left breast. “Your hard nipples are poking against the fabric.” His expression turns possessive as hell, and his tone drops an octave into predatory territory. “I don’t want other men seeing what belongs to me.”
I look down and see what he means. “My bra is disgusting, but I’ll put it on if it will make you feel better.”
“No. Let’s check what else there is for you to wear. Maybe a light jacket.”
I follow him into the bedroom, and we look through the clothes. Discovering a light cream cardigan, I grin at Rowan. “This will be perfect.”
He takes it from me and helps me put it on before he adjusts it over my breasts. “That’s much better.” His eyes lift to my face. “Thank you for indulging me.”
“Of course.” I scrunch my nose. “I also don’t want men leering at my breasts.”
In the blink of an eye, his expression turns murderous. “I would kill them.”
