Private 02 - Private Paradise

you came from and everything you had to overcome, what you've done is pretty amazing.”
    “ You're amazing,” Sam said, his heart swelling so much he felt like it was going to crack through his ribs.
    Slow down, jackass, he cautioned himself. She didn't say you were amazing, she said what you've done is amazing. And there was nothing in there about forgiving you and giving you another chance to really make it right.
    Still, as he pulled her up to kiss him, he couldn't extinguish the sense of small triumph that she was softening toward him, opening up in a way that had nothing to do with sex. In a way, he realized in a sudden rush, he needed her to do.
    Because he loved her. Still? Again? He wasn't sure and he didn't care. All that mattered was that he knew it was true, and now that he had her heading in the right direction, he was going to do everything he could to keep them on the right track.
    But as he lifted his head, one look into her eyes, wary once again, told him that if he revealed anything that was going on his head right now she'd retreat back behind that wall quicker than a heartbeat.
    “ Amazing, huh,” she said, and he heard the slight strain in her voice, the same tone she'd gotten earlier when things had started to go just a little bit too deep into the “not just killing time with sex” territory. “Amazingly sticky, is more like it,” she said, indicating the dried patches of ice cream gluing them together in some spots.
    She started to pull away but Sam held her fast, pushing aside his disappointment as he pushed himself up. “There's an easy fix to that.”
    Cradling her in his arms, he stood from the couch and walked back through the master bedroom into the villa's bathroom. On the way he grabbed a hurricane lamp to light their way. With the sunken tub and shower done entirely in marble and brushed nickel fixtures, the bathroom was like having a personal spa in your room.
    And the shower was more than big enough for two.
    Sam set Carla down and turned on the shower, waiting until steam was spilling under the glass door before he got in, tugging her after him. “Let me,” he said when she would have reached for the soap.
    She closed her eyes and tilted her head back under the spray as he lathered up his hands. He ran them over her back and shoulders, not bothering to stifle his deep groan at the feel of her wet and slippery under his hands.
    He reached for the shampoo, careful not to get shot in the face by one of the nozzles mounted on all four walls of the shower. As he took a closer look, he realized that some of them were positioned just so as to make for some very interesting possibilities.
    As he lathered up Carla's hair, he felt his cock thicken at the thought, and though he wouldn't have thought it possible only minutes after he'd come so hard he'd nearly blacked out, within seconds he was back, full strength, his cock bucking and straining at Carla's wet, slippery ass positioned only a few inches from him as she rinsed her hair.
    He wasn't the only one surprised. Carla gasped as she caught sight of him. “You've got to be kidding me. You can't be ready again that soon,” she said, seemingly unable to tear her stare away from his cock, now hard enough to make you believe it hadn't had release in weeks, much less ten minutes ago.
    “ I'm usually not,” he said, pulling her close so he could slide against the slick skin of her stomach. “But I shouldn't be surprised. It was always different with you than it was with anyone else.”
    He felt her stiffen, knew she thought he was feeding her a line. He bit back his frustration and stifled the impulse to ask her what exactly he had to say or do to convince her that he wasn't full of shit. That despite what she thought, he'd only lied to her once in his life.
    He knew instinctively words wouldn't work, not tonight anyway. Tonight there was nothing to do but show her in the only way she'd accept from him, just how much he wanted her, needed her, admired her.
    Loved her.
    Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her off her feet and covered her mouth with his. Pressing her up against the shower wall, he urged her to wrap her legs around his waist, groaning deep as his cock brushed against the soft curve of her ass. With the hot water cascading over them, the steam swirling and clouding around them, it was like they were in their own secret world.
    A private place were nothing mattered but the feel and taste of Carla's tongue against