Summer is just around the corner and with the temperatures already in the 80's and sprinting toward the 90's around here images of the beach and hot male bodies have been invading my thoughts more and more. So today let's head for the water and do a little site seeing, shall we?
There's nothing like setting on the beach with the sun warm on your skin and sipping on a cool drink while guy gazing?
Oh come on now you know you've done it!
How sexy is a hunky guy coming out of the water dripping wet? Well, maybe his dip in the ocean cooled him off from the heat but the sight of him rachets up my temperature. Really fires up the imagination making that tiny bit of cloth between you and his cool wet flesh the enemy, huh?
And really, what's so wrong with a little vacation romance?
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Ty ran his warm hands over her. "You cold, baby?"
"Just a little chill where I worked up a sweat."
Ty stood still holding her. "I have something for you." He looked down into her quizzical gaze. "Just bear with me, okay? I was gonna’ surprise you when you first got here but you went into that sexy ass dance and I kinda’ lost my train of thought."
"You know I’m not too crazy about surprises." She locked her legs around his waist.
"You’ll like this. Trust me."
"You did not just say trust me?" Catherine nipped his ear lobe lightly between her teeth before laying her head on his shoulder. Inhaling deeply she took in his scent. Damn he smelled good. It amazed her how comfortable she was with Ty. They just…fit. Like the way her bottom fit perfectly in his big, strong hands.
Ty nudged open the bedroom door. He stopped in the center of the room and slowly turned allowing her full view of their surroundings.
The room was filled with candles. Rose petals floated in the massive tub. The fragrance of bath oils mingled with tiny clouds of steam filling the space with their scent. A silver tray sat beside the tub filled with chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Chopin played softly in the background.
"Oh, Ty," was all she could get out. The thoughtfulness of the gesture overwhelmed her. This man known by so many for his ruthless acts had actually put rose petals in the tub and remembered her favorite composer. A single tear escaped the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek. "When did you have time for all this?"
"I got here a little early," he shrugged.
Catherine loosed her legs from around his waist and slid down his muscular six foot frame.
To the rest of the world he was Tyrese Jackson, gang leader, tough guy, thug. But to her he was Ty, her man, her heart. She ran her thumb along his jaw line.
"Baby, you amaze me."
She leaned forward, trailing her tongue across his plump bottom lip. The tip of her tongue teased at the seam of his mouth, coaxing his to come out. His lips parted as his tongue snaked through. Catherine drew it into her mouth and gently sucked. A low moan escaped from deep within Ty’s chest igniting a spark and warmth again puddled between her legs.
Ty reached down and hooked her right leg bringing her foot up to rest on the side of the tub. His thumb brushed against swollen flesh as he stroked her sex before sinking two fingers inside her. He lowered his head and sucked on her hard round nipple as he caressed her sensitive nub.
His free hand slid behind her back, supporting her as her lids drifted closed and her head fell back. She cried out and swayed against him.
Catherine felt the hardness of Ty’s need against her belly as he kissed her. She turned around, bending over she placed her hands on the tub spreading her legs in silent invitation...