She bends forward and removes her first boot, then flicks her eyes up and does the same with the second. I dig my teeth into my cheek when her tits pool over the cups of her bra.
“Show me more than I saw in the motel.”
With a rough shove, I have my jeans bunched at my knees. My boots and socks are next, dropping to the dirt beside hers with a lot less fucking care. Her breath skips so audibly I can hear it. I rip my jeans the rest of the way off and stalk toward her.
She’s fast. With every forward step I take, she’s moved back two. Her feet splash in the water, and her lips pop open. There’s no stopping me now that she’s pushed me too far. I want to touch her, and the water isn’t going to save her from that.
“You’re playing with fire, hellcat,” I warn, joining her in the water.
The cold bites at my ankles, then my thighs, the further I chase her. She’s panting despite the temperature, and that makes it ten times worse. We’re getting closer and closer, and then she suddenly stops. The water is still around us, lapping softly at her shoulders.
Her voice is tight, strained when she speaks. “I prefer fire to ice.”
“Only because you’ve never truly felt it. Not the proper way.”
She leans forward, and I take her tiny waist into my hand. The cool water wars against the heat between us, teasing the rise of steam. The black in her eyes swells, beckoning me. Every warning I’ve ever told myself is slipping from my consciousness. I lower my head and inhale, trying to remind myself where we are with the smell of nature, but it’s her perfume I find instead.
“Are you waiting for me to ask for it, Rowe?” she rasps, head tipping back.
Her hair floats in the water, sleek and dripping wet, before I do what I’ve been wanting to and gather it between my fingers and lift. Drips of water curl down my arm and chest as I bring my hand to her nape and tighten my grip.
Lashes fluttering, she wets her lips and lifts her leg. It coils around my hip and pulls me toward her, our middles becomingflush. My nostrils flare from the close proximity, and I hold myself still, knowing one wrong move will have her feeling more than I anticipated.
“What exactly should I be waiting for you to ask for, Tilly? We can’t be doing this. It’s not fair.”
“Then why aren’t you moving away? Why did you follow me into the lake instead of staying behind?”
The heel of her foot digs into my ass, pulling a groan from the pits of my chest. It spills between us, and she does it again, this time subtly rubbing her tits against my chest like she’s read every fucking filthy thought I’ve been having about them and approves.
“Do you think a hate fuck is going to change what happened between us?” I grate out, pissed off that I can’t remove myself from her intricate web.
“I never said anything about fucking, but do you really think it wouldn’t help? Not even a little?”
“You were married.”
That makes her pause. The teasing movements stall, but she doesn’t pull back like I expect her to.
“I was. And you told me that I wasn’t anything special and that my feelings were naïve.”
“Those things aren’t equal.” And I didn’t word it like that.Not exactly.
Her arms fold around my neck, fingernails crawling across my skin. “Is that what you want, then? To hurt me as badly as I hurt you?”
“No. I’d rather neither of us be hurt. That’s not our reality.”
She stares at me for a silent moment, her eyes flicking between mine, searching. “What do you want to know about my marriage? You have questions.”
“I don’t want to talk about your ex-husband while I’m touching you like this.”
“Like what?” she murmurs.
Her second leg finds its way around my hip, and I’m forced to grab her with both hands to hold her in place. My grip on her hair turns punishing while I palm her ass, filling my hand with soft skin and rough lace.
“Like I’m one more teasing little comment from trying forget about your brother long enough to have you screaming my name.” I shove the words out of my mouth and haul her higher up my body. Her pathetically thin panties do nothing to create a boundary between us as her cunt glides up my brief-clad dick. The soft little noise she makes shoots down to my balls. “Stop fucking tempting me, Tilly. I don’t have the patience for your games anymore.”
Her hold on me grows frantic, and the nails once gliding softly claw into my shoulders. “We’re not kids. Ash isn’t some protective knight set on protecting his damsel sister. He won’t care.”
“He doesn’t know everything. It isn’t fair to him to do this.”
