a man in my bathroom,” she said with a tentative smile as she accepted the towel from him.
He leaned against the counter and admired the pink tinge to her skin as she dried off and combed her hair. She turned away from the mirror to throw him a look. “Are you intending to stare at me?”
“Maybe.”
“Stop it. It’s unnerving.”
He laughed. “Hurry up. I’m starving.”
She shook her head. “Men. You only think with your stomachs and your cocks.”
“That shouldn’t surprise you,” he said, then left her alone and walked out on the balcony to wait.
Perfect day. Sun was up and he could already feel the heat. He couldn’t wait to get outside. This was as much a vacation for him as it was for Lisa. They both needed to unwind after the intensity of Kayla’s graduation and all the prep that had gone into that. Of course, Lisa had done all the planning for the party. And she stressed about every little detail, as always. The key to this week was for both of them to relax. To put everything out of their minds, including their daughter, and focus on just the two of them. That would be a first. They hadn’t done that in…too many years to remember.
“Hey.”
He turned at the sound of Lisa’s voice.
She stood in the living room, wrapped only in the white fluffy hotel towel.
“What should I wear today?” she asked.
It took him a minute to engage his brain, since all the blood had rushed to his dick at the first sight of her. “Uh, shorts, tank top. Whatever’s comfortable. And pack a swimsuit.”
“Okay.” She turned and padded barefoot back into the bedroom.
Rick swallowed and faced the ocean, trying to calm his raging cock. You’d think a woman in a towel would be nothing to write home about. Not sexual at all. Yeah, right. One look at Lisa in the towel and his imagination went haywire. He wanted to drag her onto the balcony and do a hundred different things to her with his hands and mouth, all while she was wearing that towel. He filed those thoughts away for later. His goal was to show her that being together wasn’t going to be all about sex. That would be hard to do if everything he thought and did
was
all about sex. But dammit, he’d spenta lot of years without her. So sue him if he had a one-track mind. It had been a long drought.
She came out in khaki shorts and a body-hugging tank top, carrying a straw bag overflowing with beach things—swimsuit, towels, sunscreen—everything they’d need for the day, or so she told him. It was typically Lisa to be prepared.
He’d arrived the day before so he’d have a chance to scout out the area, figure out what he wanted to do. He grabbed her hand and took her out the back door and toward the beach.
“Aren’t you hungry? I’d love some coffee and breakfast,” she said as their sandaled feet hit the sand.
“You’ll get both shortly.” He didn’t give her any other clues, just led her down the beach to the dock. There was a floating restaurant at the end of a long pier. It was still early enough that they managed to snag a decent table near the windows overlooking the water.
The bay was smooth as glass this morning. Boats docked alongside the pier, undulating against their moorings, as Rick and Lisa settled into their seats and placed their food orders.
“This is wonderful.” Lisa sipped coffee and stared out the wide windows at the activity on the dock below the restaurant. Shops were beginning to open and people bustled with activity, both tourists and the locals getting ready to start their day. Lisa looked over at him and smiled. “Thanks for finding this place.”
He knew she’d like it better than an air-conditioned restaurant in the hotel. “You’re welcome.”
“So what’s on tap for today?”
“We’re going out on a boat. Do a little snorkeling.”
Her eyes lit up with an unmistakable sparkle. “I love the water.”
“I know.” He hadn’t taken any vacations with her—ever. They’d been too young,
He leaned against the counter and admired the pink tinge to her skin as she dried off and combed her hair. She turned away from the mirror to throw him a look. “Are you intending to stare at me?”
“Maybe.”
“Stop it. It’s unnerving.”
He laughed. “Hurry up. I’m starving.”
She shook her head. “Men. You only think with your stomachs and your cocks.”
“That shouldn’t surprise you,” he said, then left her alone and walked out on the balcony to wait.
Perfect day. Sun was up and he could already feel the heat. He couldn’t wait to get outside. This was as much a vacation for him as it was for Lisa. They both needed to unwind after the intensity of Kayla’s graduation and all the prep that had gone into that. Of course, Lisa had done all the planning for the party. And she stressed about every little detail, as always. The key to this week was for both of them to relax. To put everything out of their minds, including their daughter, and focus on just the two of them. That would be a first. They hadn’t done that in…too many years to remember.
“Hey.”
He turned at the sound of Lisa’s voice.
She stood in the living room, wrapped only in the white fluffy hotel towel.
“What should I wear today?” she asked.
It took him a minute to engage his brain, since all the blood had rushed to his dick at the first sight of her. “Uh, shorts, tank top. Whatever’s comfortable. And pack a swimsuit.”
“Okay.” She turned and padded barefoot back into the bedroom.
Rick swallowed and faced the ocean, trying to calm his raging cock. You’d think a woman in a towel would be nothing to write home about. Not sexual at all. Yeah, right. One look at Lisa in the towel and his imagination went haywire. He wanted to drag her onto the balcony and do a hundred different things to her with his hands and mouth, all while she was wearing that towel. He filed those thoughts away for later. His goal was to show her that being together wasn’t going to be all about sex. That would be hard to do if everything he thought and did
was
all about sex. But dammit, he’d spenta lot of years without her. So sue him if he had a one-track mind. It had been a long drought.
She came out in khaki shorts and a body-hugging tank top, carrying a straw bag overflowing with beach things—swimsuit, towels, sunscreen—everything they’d need for the day, or so she told him. It was typically Lisa to be prepared.
He’d arrived the day before so he’d have a chance to scout out the area, figure out what he wanted to do. He grabbed her hand and took her out the back door and toward the beach.
“Aren’t you hungry? I’d love some coffee and breakfast,” she said as their sandaled feet hit the sand.
“You’ll get both shortly.” He didn’t give her any other clues, just led her down the beach to the dock. There was a floating restaurant at the end of a long pier. It was still early enough that they managed to snag a decent table near the windows overlooking the water.
The bay was smooth as glass this morning. Boats docked alongside the pier, undulating against their moorings, as Rick and Lisa settled into their seats and placed their food orders.
“This is wonderful.” Lisa sipped coffee and stared out the wide windows at the activity on the dock below the restaurant. Shops were beginning to open and people bustled with activity, both tourists and the locals getting ready to start their day. Lisa looked over at him and smiled. “Thanks for finding this place.”
He knew she’d like it better than an air-conditioned restaurant in the hotel. “You’re welcome.”
“So what’s on tap for today?”
“We’re going out on a boat. Do a little snorkeling.”
Her eyes lit up with an unmistakable sparkle. “I love the water.”
“I know.” He hadn’t taken any vacations with her—ever. They’d been too young,
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