“Aren’t you coming in with me?” I stepped toward the water, which hadn’t seemed very deep when Cain was standing in it that first day—but he was a giant, and I wasn’t.
I didn’t even know how to swim. What if my feet couldn’t reach the ground and I got swept away? I glanced down the river, which seemed fairly calm right now.
“Um, no, I think you should?—”
“I don’t know how to swim,” I told him quickly. He would have to come in now, right? It was true, anyway. I’d never been in any kind of water.
I dipped my toe into the water, testing the temperature. It wasn’t too cold.
“You don’t know how to…”
I glanced over my shoulder at him. His gaze was fixed on my ass, but his eyes darted up to mine as his face turned a deeper red.
“You don’t know how to swim?” he asked again.
I shook my head.
He covered his face with his hands and sighed, then muttered something to himself. When he moved his hands, he pointed at me with a hard look. “Don’t move. I mean it. Stay right there, Bowen.”
I started getting even harder, and when he removed his bow and arrows from his back and dragged his shirt over his head, revealing the broad expanse of his shoulders that tapered so nicely to his waist, I wrapped my fingers around my cock and squeezed. He bent down and undid the ties of his boots, toeing them off. A groan escaped me as he shoved his pants down those long, thick legs. He was even more beautiful this close up.
He had two deep grooves at the base of his spine, one on either side. Just like the ones on either side of his mouth.
They were so pretty.
I wanted to bite them. Dip my tongue into them.
When he turned around, he had his hands over his groin. His brows went way up when he noticed I was holding myself, and he looked away.
Did he not like that? I let go of myself, but there was a building heat that was too hard to ignore, and the urge to rub my body all over his was overwhelming.
I couldn’t sense any rain, so why was I feeling like this?
“Um…we should?—”
“Can you carry me?”
He made a sound like he’d just been punched in the stomach. “Carry…you…?”
I nodded.
The muscles of his throat rippled as he swallowed, and then he moved his hands, said something under his breath as he snatched something off the ground and strode toward me, picking me up easily with one arm under my ass.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, winding my arms around his neck as he stomped into the water. It sloshed around aggressively, but I was too distracted by how it felt to be skin to skin with him.
I’d never been skin to skin with anyone before.
He took us deeper, until the water was up to our necks.
“This okay?” he asked, his voice quiet.
“Yeah.”
“How are you gonna clean yourself if you’re holding onto me?”
Since I’d never been in water, taken a bath, or cleaned myself before, I didn’t know how to answer.
Remembering he’d said it wasn’t polite to not respond, even though I didn’t know the answer, I said, “I don’t know. Does the water not do that?”
