Against the rocks and dirt at my feet, I step toward him without thinking.
As he swipes the water from his face and shoves each wet strand of hair back, he finally notices I’m getting closer and closer.
He keeps his eyes glued to my face in an attempt to be, I don’t know,respectful? His mouth curves, but that slanted smile looks tight, forced.
“You coming here to drown me? That was your plan the whole time, wasn’t it?”
I want to get my hands on him, he’s right. But I don’t want to push him under the water. I want to climb and never let go. Deep down, these urges are clawing at me, demanding I do something about them, to ease this hunger I’ve never felt before.
I don’t know if it’s because he’s oozing sex appeal or because he pushes my buttons like no one else does, but I can’t crush these feelings down.
When I don’t respond to his question, his brows pinch together. When the water ripples around me as I lift my arms, his eyes flicker down, and I see it.
He’s hungry, too. Neither of us wants it, but we can’t deny it. Things would be too easy that way.
My fingers glide over his shoulders, and with each movement, his muscles ripple, tracing a path up his throat and toward his face. Instead of yanking away, he continues to let me touch. If one of us isn’t willing to stop something from happening, then we’re asking for trouble here.
Stop before you do something stupid.
More and more demands fill my head, all words I ignore as the pull between us grows too strong.
Letting out a shaky breath, I catch myself drinking in his mouth as he stares back in confusion.
He might annoy the hell out of me with those lips of his, but the kiss that we shared wasn’t that bad. Once I start thinking about it, I find myself wanting to do it again.
“Raven…” My name leaves him in a way that I’ve never heard before. There’s no mocking tone or any annoyance. There’s just… pain.
Sinking my fingers into the wet strands of his hair, I tug his head back and finally put us out of this awful misery.
I hate how eager I am to feel his tongue slip past my lips, but my body burns hotter the moment he starts exploring. Like it’s his first time, he takes his sweet time flicking and nipping, making small sighs and groans leave me.
Squirming to get impossibly closer to him, his hands lock beneath me. Despite the water doing most of the work to hold my weight, my ankles cross at his tailbone, keeping him in place.
The kiss doesn’t stop at a simple taste or two. My body has a mind of its own, pressing against him and grinding, seeking any relief for the throbbing happening between my thighs. Throbbing, he is the one to be blamed for.
Clutching and clawing at each other sounds like an understatement. He groans as my nails dig into the back of hisneck. While he grips my hips to keep my body in place, not even the cold water can numb the pressure of his fingers.
Focusing on his mouth alone, I forget to breathe. Head growing muddled, I’m leaning in against him for one more taste of everything he has to offer. Everything I can’t possibly get from anyone else before finally, it becomes all too much.
Pulling away, my lungs burn as my body tries to get the oxygen it needs. Like a fire burning up inside me, it devours every breath.
“I want…” Panting, my eyes close as the pleasure grows. “I need…”
The last word settles on my tongue, ready to slip out.You. But I clench my teeth, refusing to let it out. The truth can stay in the pit of my chest where all the rest of this awful heat is collecting.
I don’t need to voice such weakness. Somehow, he just knows. It’s why he starts moving toward the edge of the bank. Despite the level of the water growing lower and lower, he keeps his hold on my body unbroken. Hooking his arms beneath my legs, he pulls me out of the lake entirely before he plants me down in the grass.
Hardly noticing the way it pokes and prods at my back, he’s claiming my mouth once more. Flattening every inch of my body beneath the bulk of his weight, he’s silently swallowing me up away from the rest of the world with his body. With one thrust forward, I discover every hard inch of his cock digging into my lower belly.
Shifting lower, he pulls his mouth from mine and attacks my throat. From drinking in the crystal clear water clinging to my skin, to scraping his teeth against where my pulse races the quickest, the quick pain that comes with a nip isn’t even bad. Fuck, it feelsgood.
As much as I hate not having control of the situation, right now, I can’t focus long enough to try to get it back.
Hardly recognizing the sounds leaving me as he rolls his hips, the pressure of his entire erection hot against me, my legs automatically wrap around him to keep him in place.
Now, this is a feeling I prefer to what I was feeling at the bar. This is way better.
Another nudge, another glide, and I can feel the heat seeping from him.
