Blushing heat crept up her neck and settled in her cheeks as he slid his hands down the front of her flat belly. His hands traveled around her back, making tender circles before descending to the curve of her bottom. He cupped her there, applying the same slow ministrations, making her mad with pleasure. Her back arched off the wall, pushing her breasts closer to him. What was he waiting for? Her thoughts screamed for him to ravish her. Surely, he was running out of patience after their last interruption. But he did the opposite of what she demanded. He took his time, caring for each part of her body with the fortitude of a monk.

As he knelt before her, Augusta’s world slowed to a point where she could count the individual jets of water spray above his head. Bryon teased her unhurriedly, coursing his hands around the fronts of her thighs and down her legs. He refused to touch her where she wanted him the most. She nearly collapsed when he bent her leg to soap her foot. “Please,” she whimpered. Her womb quaked with want. His face was so close to her mound; she could feel his hot breath against her skin.

Antonia paused to release a shaky breath. My god, this is hot.

She was living the dream. There was a naked Irishman in her bed and she was writing compelling smut. The morning after exquisite lovemaking had inspired her to leave the bed and retrieve the tablet from her purse. While Aiden slept, she tapped out twelve more pages of Augusta and Bryon’s Bangkok tales.

“Are you back to work, Ms. Harper?” Aiden’s groggy voice murmured.

His hair was tousled from sleep as he squinted at her screen. “I had an idea,” she said, putting her tablet on the nightstand.

“Are they fucking yet?”

Antonia shrugged back under the duvet and faced him. “They’re nearly there,” she said with a coy smile.

Aiden rubbed his eyes. “You, my dear, are a purveyor of artistic porn. And I cannot wait for when you have a book signing line out the feckin’ door.”

“You think I’ll have a book signing?” she asked, snuggling against his warm body. Under the covers, he found her leg and sandwiched his powerful thighs around it. He draped an arm over her and pulled her into his chest.

“Of course you will, and I’ll be there changing out your ink pens when they die.”

Antonia chuckled against his chest. “How thoughtful of you.”

“I’ll even massage your tired little fingers at the end of the night.”

He dropped another hint about their lives outside of this cozy time in West Country. While those hints excited her, she was still unsure of what they were doing. Was this just a vacation fling? People had them all the time, but it didn’t always mean real relationships sprang from them. When it came to Aiden, she didn’t know if wishful thinking was an appropriate approach.