Callie couldn’t move. She opened one eye, determined it was day by the ray of light sneaking in through the one-inch opening in the curtains, and blinked.
She remembered every single detail vividly as a smile spread across her face. The warm arm snaked around her from behind told her Grant was spooning her. He hadn’t stopped touching her for a single moment except the few times each of them used the bathroom during the night.
His breath hit her neck in a steady rhythm, indicating he was dead asleep. The covers were nowhere to be found. They were a twisted pretzel of human bodies on top of a crooked mattress—both of them on one of the twins since every time they tried to settle in the middle, one of them had ended up falling into the crack.
She hated to move and disturb him, but her bladder insisted, and she needed a shower. Carefully easing out of his embrace, she managed to slide from the bed without waking him.
For a long moment, she stood next to the bed, staring down at the vision in front of her. She could really look at him now that he was asleep and couldn’t stop her from gawking.
Every chiseled inch of him was sexy perfection. He was solid muscle. Not an ounce of fat. She wondered how long he’d been out of the Navy. However long it had been, he was still pumping iron on a regular basis.
She’d never been big on tattoos, but the one on Grant’s chest was intricate and amazing. She’d spent a bit of time in the night licking it and tracing the edge, making him chuckle.
She’d moved to the one on the front of his biceps after that, wishing she could ask him about them, but keeping her mouth shut. She hadn’t been willing to talk about her life, so she couldn’t very well ask about his.
Her entire body ached as she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the hot water in the tiny cubicle shower before using the toilet and stepping into the stream. Too bad the shower was far too small for the two of them. She wished that among the things she was going to experience this week, shower sex could be one of them.
That wasn’t going to happen. They couldn’t both fit in the bathroom, let alone the shower stall.
Callie turned off the water and used the edge of the toilet to prop her legs up and shave before turning the water back on and rinsing her hair. Every muscle in her body had been well used, and she was going to be sore all day, but she felt more human after the shower.
When she stepped back into the room with the towel wrapped around her middle, she found Grant sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. He hadn’t even covered himself. His cock was half-erect, which was impressive considering how many times he’d fucked her last night.
Callie wasn’t overly modest, but she was certain she had far less experience than him with this sort of situation, so she felt a bit awkward. “Hey,” she muttered, not sure what to say.
Thanks for the best sex of my life?
You’re hung like a stallion, and I’m beyond grateful?
Can we do that again tonight?
Grant reached out a hand. “Come here, baby.”
She shuffled toward him, wondering how he could remain so calm and at ease in his nudity.
When she reached the side of the bed, he snagged her hand and pulled her down on top of him, catching her lips and kissing her as if he hadn’t seen her in weeks.
“Good morning,” he murmured against her mouth when he finally released her lips.
She smiled. “Good morning.”
He searched her face, tucking loose strands of wet hair behind her ears. “You okay?”
“Never been this okay in my life.”
He smiled. “Good.” He pulled the towel away from her and eased her onto her back next to him, leaning over her. “Will you lie right here and not move an inch while I take a shower too?”
She squirmed, feeling self-conscious. “Why?”
“Because I want you to stay naked while I shower.” He lifted the robe belt that was still attached to the inside of the drawer and held it for her to see. “I could tie you to the bed so you can’t get dressed?”
She tried not to laugh, but it was hard. “I won’t move,” she promised.
“And you don’t mind if I use your shower?” he asked.
“Of course not. Help yourself.”
“I promise to let you dress so we can go get breakfast after, but I want to walk back into this room and find you naked first.”
Maybe it was corny, but she thought his demand was kind of erotic too. “Okay,” she agreed.
Grant kissed her one more time and then climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Callie spread her legs the moment the shower came on and reached between them. It was inconceivable that she could be horny after so many orgasms in the night, but damn, she was. The thought of his huge naked body in her shower made her wet again.
He didn’t take long, but she didn’t need long. Just as she heard the water turn off, she came, pumping her fingers into her channel and rubbing her clit.
She tried not to make a sound so he wouldn’t know what a lush she was, but the damn man stepped back into the room before she’d fully recovered.
His slow smile turned into a smirk. He was dripping wet, having barely attempted to dry off, and he crawled over her and stared down into her face. “You naughty girl. You couldn’t even go five minutes without another orgasm.”
She flushed as he lifted her hand and brought her fingers to his nose, inhaling her obvious scent before sucking them into his mouth. They were still damp. There was no way to hide the fact that she’d totally masturbated the moment he left the room.
She didn’t even try to deny it. “I missed you. I kept thinking of your naked body in my shower,” she admitted.
“I was gone less than five minutes.” His eyes were dancing with humor.
“You’ve ruined me,” she whispered.
“I’m not sorry,” he responded. “You needed ruining. You’ve dated some really bad lovers.”
He wasn’t wrong. She simply hadn’t known it before last night.
“Food or sex?” he asked.
“Food. I think my blood sugar is plummeting.”
He rose off her and pulled her to standing in front of him. “Let’s get you fed then.”
“Then perhaps a nap. Someone kept me up all night.”
He smirked. “Okay, but after lunch, I want you lying on a lounge chair at the pool in a bikini that doesn’t cover that hickey.” He bent down and kissed the dark spot on her boob.
She groaned. “Neanderthal.”
“Yep.” He grabbed his underwear and pants and shrugged into them while she put on a pink panty and bra set.
Good timing because someone knocked at the door and opened it at the same time. “Are you both decent?” Melanie asked as she stepped inside, one hand over her face.
“Marginally,” Callie responded. “It’s safe.”
Grant stuck his arms into his shirt and then sat to put on his shoes and socks. “Hey, Mel. I guess it’s safe to return to my room? I need to change clothes before breakfast.”
“Depends on what safe looks like to you.” She pointed at the two beds they’d pushed together last night and the total disarray of sheets and blankets. “It looks about like this, equally rearranged, except there’s a naked man lying diagonal across the bed sound asleep. I assume you’ve seen him naked before, so you should be safe.” She grinned.
Grant stood, cupped Callie’s face, and kissed her one more time. “Put some clothes on. I’ll be right back. We can go eat.”
Melanie shook her head. “No way. You had her all night. It’s girl time. We’ll meet you at the pool after lunch. After we swap stories about who got laid better all night.” She giggled.
Callie’s face heated. She knew they would be swapping stories. It was a given. But she had to wonder how Grant felt about kiss and tell. When she glanced at him, she found him chuckling. “Okay, fine. But I think I win. I’m at least up. The caveman you were with is still sleeping.”
Melanie rolled her eyes. “Maybe I wore him out and Callie doesn’t have my kind of stamina.”
Grant laughed hard as he headed for the door. He turned to wink at Callie. “Yep. That’s probably it. We’ll go with that story. See you in a few hours.”
The moment the door snicked shut, Mel dropped onto the edge of the bed, grinning. “Spill.”