She reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, watching me as the straps slip slowly down her arms. I cup her face, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips. She’s so unbelievably beautiful. She has no idea, does she?
“Tell me you’re mine, little thief.”
She lets the bra fall to the ground.
“I can never be yours, Kane.”
Our eyes lock, and time seems to stall. I want to tell her all the ways she’s wrong, but words will never breach the walls she’s built around herself.
So I use the only weapons I have. My lips. My tongue. My touch.
I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back, kissing her neck. She sighs softly as my mouth traces the underside of her jaw. Her pebbled nipples brush my chest, and I cup one breast, kneading the soft curve in my palm.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I nip her jaw and pinch her sensitive nipple. I’ve never craved anything more than those two words. I’d move mountains to hear them from her.
She clings to me like she might come apart, but keeps her words locked behind her lips. I kiss her again, slipping past her defenses like a thief in the night, determined to steal more than just her body.
I want all of her. But her heart is guarded tighter than Fort Knox. And if I want her words to spill free, I’ll have to force them out somehow.
I pull away from her mouth, breathless and frustrated, and press my forehead to hers. We stand there, catching our breath, until she finally looks up at me with wide eyes that do wicked things to me. Eyes I could drown in.
My focus drops to her mouth. The thought of those full lips wrapped around my cock drags a quiet “shit” from me.
Not long ago, I would’ve pushed her to her knees and taken what I wanted without a second thought before driving her home, but something has changed. I don’t want to be that guy with her. She deserves better than the others ever did.
After kissing her forehead, I take her hand and lead her toward the water. Grass gives way to soft sand beneath our feet. I kick off my shoes, peel off my socks, and unbuckle my belt. Jessica’s gaze flicks to the lake, then back to me, uncertainty shadowing her eyes.
When I drop my pants, her cheeks flush. She nibbles her lip, making no effort to hide the way she looks me over. I silently thank my lucky stars for being blessed in the cock department.
I strip out of my boxers and stand naked in front of her, cupping my junk. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my body. I’m not. I just enjoy the way her lips twitch when she looks at me.
I jerk my head toward the water. “Swim with me.”
She whips her head to the lake, her mouth dropping open.
“What? Right now?” she asks, as if it only just now dawned on her why I’ve stripped naked.
I wade into the cold water, feeling her eyes on my bare ass, and bite back a smug grin.
The cold water splashes against my thighs as I go deeper, grateful she’s behind me and can’t see my nipples hardening into peaks or the way my freezing balls have retreated into my stomach.
She giggles from the shore, the sweet sound floating over the lake like ripples across the water.
I turn my head over my shoulder. “I didn’t think it’d be this cold.”
No kidding. I don’t remember it being this cold when I was a kid, but then again, I don’t remember this place feeling so small either.
Her smile stretches impossibly wide as she tries to hold back another laugh, failing when her shoulders start to shake. “Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”
I turn fully around, still cupping myself, shivering. “Take that back.”
“Never.”
It wouldn’t surprise me if my lips are blue by now. I should just dunk myself and be done with it.
I walk backward, wading deeper. “You should join me. Let’s see how tough you are.”
“I’m tougher than you, rich boy.”
