“Please,” I plead. “Touch me. Touch me like you did at Skull Rock.”

His bare chest grazes my back and I suck in a shaky breath. His arm wraps around my center, pulling me close to him, making me realize he’s just as bare as I am.

His hard length presses into my ass and I let out a moan. He doesn’t say a word but only urges me forward. I take a step, then another until we are under the water, and he presses into me, my palms now flat against the stone wall. We stand there, breathing, taking a moment to ourselves as he tenderly kisses the back of my neck. My shoulders. The water is warm, perfect temperature, just like the ocean I can hear crashing against the shore outside.

He backs away and my heart aches from the absence of his touch.

“Please,” I hear myself beg again as I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “You told me once I would never have to ask twice.”

“I’ll touch you, Wendy,” he whispers, his hands now filled with soap. A beautiful mixture of jasmine and magnolia scents fill my senses as his palms roam the curves of my body. “But not like they wanted to. Not like my body craves. Not tonight.”

He reaches the juncture of my thighs, and they part willingly. My lower stomach clenches wanting more than he’s giving as he tenderly washes my skin. Washes away what just happened. My heart soars as he turns me around, my front to his front now, as he kneels to the floor and continues to worship me, by tenderly washing my thighs.

His cock pulses and my mouth waters. He looks up, noticing where I am staring and smiles. Rising, he washes my stomach, my arms, my neck, my breasts. His eyes heating more with every tender touch.

“Promise me,” he begs me with a shaky breath. “Promise me, no other man will ever touch you like I want to touch you. And I promise you, I’ll die protecting you. Always.”

“I promise,” I cry softly. I’m willing to promise him the world, even though what I just experienced still has me slightly shaken.