“Sometimes when you take a risk, great things happen—mountains move, and you see exactly what you’ve been waiting for, right there, in front of you.” Hell, yes, I’m laying it on thick. “I think you’re worth the risk, Bryson.”
His breathing picks up. His heart thunders over my chest as if he were about to leap off a very tall building.
“I want you, Baya. I just don’t know how we’re going to do this.”
My body convulses. Crap. This is a lousy time for my G spot to applaud his efforts.
“Let’s start here.” I pull him in, and Bryson crashes his lips to mine. His soft mouth tugs over me in an achingly slow manner. A moan gets caught in my throat, and a tingle rides between my thighs, exhilarating me all the way up to my belly button. My body quivers in a series of explosive waves, and I don’t fight it. I’m not sure if it’s possible to have an orgasm from simply being in his presence or if my hormones have chosen a heck of a bad time to short circuit, hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever had a proper orgasm due to the fact every other one was self-induced, but this feels otherworldly, magical in a damn illegal kind of way. Electrical currents are going off, neurons and synapsis are misfiring. An entire Fourth of July spectacular is happening in my body, and my girl parts are jumping up and down with elation—all because Bryson Edwards’ hot mouth is over mine.
I give another groan and push him into me harder until he caves and blesses my mouth with his tongue in long, strong, lingering sweeps. Bryson moves his hands slowly up my arms until he’s cradling my face in his hands, loving me with deep-throated kisses that I never want to end.
I run my hand up his shirt, and my fingers move over his rippling abs, nothing but skin over granite. I touch each of his grooves as his skin blisters over the pads of my fingers.
“Baya,” he whispers, swiping his lips over mine. “We should talk about this—talk about us.”
His eyes glow an eerie paper white as he lingers above me.
In the distance, the hot spring gurgles and hisses. It expels into the night with its slow dancing fog, curling its vapor-like fingers as it calls us over.
“You’re right. I think we should talk about us.” I glance to the hazy pool of water. “In there.”
Bryson
The moon shines down over Baya with its white-hot spotlight. Her long hair shines like smoked glass, her face illuminates like an angel straight from the throne of God.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” I outline her cheek with my finger.
I’m in. Screw Cole and his big brother shadow. Baya is going to have someone in her life one day, and I’d move heaven and earth for that someone to be me.
“Do you always throw a vulgarity in with your compliments?” She cinches her lips to the side, and I want to dive over her mouth again and never come out.
“Only when I can’t control myself, and I am definitely having a hard time controlling myself around you.” My chest rattles with a dull laugh because, holy shit, I’ve just fallen into Baya Brighton headfirst. I’m sunk, and I really don’t care. What I’m feeling is real in every sense of the word. Love is on the horizon, and I don’t really care who knows it at this point.
“Yeah?” She runs her finger up my chest and scratches at me lightly with her nails. For a second I imagine her running them over my back while she groans into my ear and makes all those sweet sounds I can’t wait to hear from her. “I think you’re cleverly trying to change the subject.” She sits up and pulls off her sweater. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” She bounces to her feet and wriggles out of her signature cutoffs, but I’m enjoying the show too damn much to try and beat her.
What the hell. I tear off my shirt and kick off my shoes and socks, dropping my Levis as I bolt in front of her. I take her by the hand and help her down the embankment.
Baya laughs all the way over to the hot spring and dips her foot in.
She lets out a throaty groan while pulling her neck back, her eyes flutter with ecstasy, and, for a moment, I imagine me on top of her, exhibiting that exact same response.
“This feels amazing!” Her eyes roll back into her head, and I have to look away before my boner springs to life.
We sit down on the edge. I slip into the scalding water and hold out my hands to catch her. Baya’s pale skin glows beneath her black lace bra, and it takes everything in me not to run my hands over her.
“Come in. I’ll catch you.”
Baya jumps into me without hesitating and locks her arms around my neck. She takes in a sharp breath as the water hugs her body. Her svelte hips land against my stomach, and I bite my lip in lieu of a groan.
“This feels like heaven.” Her body relaxes over mine and her tits fall against my chest, heavy and weighted. The only thing that feels like heaven around here is Baya. “It’s like God dropped a hot tub right here in the middle of nowhere,” she muses.
“Really?” I pull her in toward the middle until her legs are no longer touching the sides. “Because I was just thinking it’s like God dropped an angel off right here in the middle of nowhere, and I’m the lucky fool that caught her in my arms.”
“Very funny.” She averts her eyes at my cheesy pick up line.
“I meant every word.”
Baya illuminates the night with her hundred-watt smile. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I lock off a groan in my throat as her flesh seals over mine.
