Amelie’s POV

As soon as we got back to the bungalow, I stepped through the door and peeled off my sundress. The bikini top was next, and the bikini bottoms followed right after, leaving a trail of clothes on the way to the bathroom.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to join me?” I asked Nathan, biting my lip.

“Hot damn,” Nathan muttered, stripping his swim trunks off and dropping his workout bag.

In the shower, I soaped up every inch of him, and he returned the favor. ...