She laid her hands on his chest and pinned him against the shower wall. “Shower’s not over yet.”
She wanted to give him some of what he’d given her. She grasped his cock, sliding her hand over the slippery hardness of his steely erection. She slid down his body, keeping a firm grasp of his shaft in her hand.
He groaned, looking down at her with such fierce desire she could feel every ounce of it deep inside of her. And when she took his cock in her mouth, sliding the soft head between her lips, she shivered, the salty taste of him exciting her beyond measure. She wanted to give him pleasure, to give him that out-of-body experience he’d just given her.
There was such power yet such softness in the way he thrust into her mouth, the way he gently laid his hand on her head. He gave her all he had, slamming his hand against the wall, groaning to tell her he thoroughly enjoyed what she was doing.
“Chelsea. Goddamn. You’re killing me.”
She knew that feeling, that total loss of control when the pleasure was so great you knew you were going to explode with it. She drove him right to the brink, then over, taking all of him, feeling his body tremble with the effort as he came in a thundering burst that left her as shaky as it had Bash.
He grasped her hands and lifted her, taking her mouth in a blistering kiss that made her glad the water in the shower was cooling, because her body was heated all over.
He turned off the shower and they climbed out and dried off. She combed out her hair and grabbed some clean clothes from her bedroom while Bash put his on.
Then she went into the kitchen and refreshed their iced tea.
“Nice shower,” he said, coming up behind her to press a kiss to her shoulder.
She turned around and laced her fingers together around his neck. “I found it extremely refreshing.”
He kissed her, then took his glass of iced tea, downing several gulps. “For some reason, my throat is very dry.”
She laughed. “Come on, let’s sit down and talk about that vacation you mentioned.”
They took a seat in the living room. “Oh, right. Vacation. I don’t know how we got off topic.”
“Hmm, me either. But anyway, when were you thinking of going?”
“My friend has a condo at South Padre and he says it’s available next week. Is that too soon for you?”
“Not at all. What about Lou?”
“I already asked Emma. She said she and Luke will take care of her. Lou will have a blast with Daisy and Annie.”
“I’m sure she will.”
“Oh, and there’s one more thing I didn’t get to talk to you about before we were—uh—distracted.”
She smiled. “What’s that?”
“I was talking to Carter about the trip and he said he was thinking about taking Molly on vacation. I invited him to come along.”
“That sounds awesome. I’d love to have them with us. I think we’ll all have a great time.”
“I think so too. We’ll leave Wednesday and come back Sunday.”
She leaned back against the sofa. “Thanks again for asking me. And for taking me to the beach. It sounds fun.”
“I think it will be. It’s been a while since I’ve taken some time off to just go hang out somewhere and relax.”
“Are you sure you know how to relax?”
He pulled her against him. “If you’re with me? I think we can find ways to relax.”
She couldn’t wait.
Chapter 30
They got an early start on Wednesday and arrived around seven that night. Bash had been to his friend’s condo before, so he didn’t need any directions.
Rather than trying to cram everyone in one vehicle, they convoyed down, with Carter driving his truck and Bash his. Since it was about a twelve-hour drive, they had to make several stops.
Apparently women had to pee a lot more often than men, something Bash had learned in the past twelve hours. Otherwise, he and Chelsea had a good rapport. Instead of curling up into a ball and falling back asleep since they’d left way early, she’d stayed up and chatted with him. They talked about their jobs, about high school, about former relationships they’d had and what had worked and what hadn’t. They even talked about music, and he discovered Chelsea liked switching radio channels—a lot, whereas he was content to pick one and listen to it for the duration of the trip. They had fun arguing that point for at least an hour.
He’d gained a lot of insight into Chelsea during the past twelve hours. Though he’d known her for a lot of years, he was always learning something new. He probably talked to her more than he’d ever talked to any of the previous women he’d dated.
He saw that as a promising sign.
When they finally arrived Bash marveled at the perfect weather—hot with a nice breeze coming in off the water.
“This condo is fabulous,” Chelsea said after they had set their bags down inside the front door.
It was a decent-sized place, but nothing stellar. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living area. What made it spectacular was the view, since it overlooked the water.
“And it has a balcony, too.” Molly made her way outside, so they all followed.
Chelsea looked out over the railing. “This view is incredible, Bash. You didn’t tell me it had a view of the gulf. Wow.”
They were on the fourth floor of the condo building, high enough above the trees to have a great view, yet low enough to hear the waves crashing.
“Yeah, it’s decent.”