Jake wrapped his arms around me and looked down at me as water washed over us. ‘This was a very good idea,’ he said, moving his hands up and down my arms. ‘Can I wash you?’

I bit my lip. ‘Um… okay.’

‘You can’t be nervous after everything we’ve done together?’ Jake asked with a smile at my hesitant reply.

‘This is all kind of new to me,’ I admitted.

‘I told you we don’t do anything you don’t want to do, right?’ Jake said, leaning in to kiss me gently.

‘I want you to,’ I said, more firmly as his kiss gave me a pleasant shiver down my spine.

Jake reached for the body wash in one of those cute hotel bottles and squeezed some out on his palms. Keeping his eyes on me, he started to lather up soap on my body as we stayed pressed together under the hot water. It was incredibly intimate as he washed my skin carefully. When his palms caressed my breasts, I had to lean back against the shower tiles, letting out a sigh. ‘What else needs cleaning?’ Jake murmured then. He ran one hand down my body towards my thighs. I gave an eager nod and he chuckled, reaching between my legs and stroking me there. ‘Do you like that, baby?’

‘Yes,’ I breathed, arching my back in pleasure at his touch. I looked down and saw he was just as turned on as me. I reached for him and started stroking too.

‘Mmm, you know exactly what I like,’ Jake said, propping up on hand one the tiles behind me as I clung on to his waist with my free hand. He kept his eyes on me and the eye contact was so erotic that coupled with his touch and our wet naked bodies being so close, I couldn’t hold back a loud moan.

‘Good girl,’ Jake encouraged and I moaned again. ‘I want to fuck you against these tiles so badly.’

God, Jake’s sex talk was so hot. ‘Please,’ I said instantly, desperate for him again even though we’d had sex last night. It felt like Jake knew exactly how to turn me on and I was putty in his hands.

‘Hang on.’ Jake let go of me and I closed my eyes, letting the shower ease the slight ache in my neck from our activities yesterday. Jake stepped out and returned with a condom, slipping it on and returning to me, kissing me with such passion, I felt breathless. He lifted me easily up against the tiles then, our height difference coming in extremely handy, and brushed back my wet hair so he could see my face. ‘Do you want me, Freya?’

‘So much,’ I said.