She blinked, her eyes turning an interesting shade of golden-honey that had me shifting restlessly on my bench seat.
A scream followed by a splash drew our attention to the flotilla of rafts the SCRs had put in the river behind us.As we watched, one of the girls climbed back into the raft, water streaming down her body.With the river running barely chest-high in the deepest points, her full ducking had to have been intentional.
“You said something about not signing up for the SCR outing when we launched.Why was that?”I asked as I finished off my sub.
“It’s a spring rush party, and I wasn’t in the mood for freshmen.”She shot me a look from beneath her brows and I grinned.
“Can’t blame you.Especially when you had a better offer.”
“Yeah?”she challenged.“How’s that?”
“For starters, I might splash you, but I won’t dump you in the drink.”I tipped back the last of my beer.“That’s immature flirting.”
“Splashing me isn’t immature?”
“’Course not.If I do it right”—I reached down and flicked a handful of water over her bare thigh—“you’ll gasp and squeal.”
On cue, Saylor did exactly that.
“And you’ll splash me back.”
Two handfuls of cold water hit my chest right on time.
“The next thing you know, here you are in my lap, which is a much better place for you than in the river.”I tightened my arm around her waist and rested my other hand on her thigh, smoothing it up and down her silky skin as I grinned at her.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” she said a little breathlessly.
Drawing lazy patterns on her skin, I said, “As flirting techniques go, you’ll discover mine are flawless.”
“Cocky, much?”she asked, but her tone lacked heat.
“Stating facts.”At her raised brows, I clarified.“A few minutes ago you were sitting way over there.”I nodded to the bench seat the length of my legs across the raft.“Then I teased you with a couple of splashes, and a minute later, here you are, exactly where my flirting drew you.”Taking a chance, I stole a quick kiss.“See?Flawless.”
At my self-satisfied grin, her eyes flashed fire—my only warning before she wrapped both arms around my shoulders and set her lips on mine.Time stopped as Saylor’s mouth moved over mine in a kiss so hot, it probably turned the river to steam around our raft.Not that I would have noticed with my full attention on the erotic caress of her tongue stroking mine and the pounding beat of my heart through the length of my rock-hard dick.
Without breaking the kiss, she shifted in my lap, straddling me.With nothing but the thin barriers of our swimsuits between us, I couldn’t help but grind against her heat.The tight buds of her erect nipples pressed into the planes of my chest, dragging a groan from my throat that she matched with a soft moan.I squeezed the firm globes of her ass in my hands and held her still as she tried to take over the rhythm of what had morphed into an inferno of dry-humping.
“Cash,” came out on a tortured moan as she tore her mouth from mine.“Please.”
“Get a room!”someone yelled from somewhere close by, followed by masculine laughter and feminine giggles.“This is a family float.”
I pressed my forehead to Saylor’s as a sigh gusted out of me.Then a shot of cold water blasted along our sides, and I jerked my head to see her frat brothers floating past us, their oars doing double duty as splash paddles.
“Jerks!”Saylor yelled, but she was laughing.
A second later she slid off my lap and grabbed the oar.Just like that, we were embroiled in a splash war that left the two of us soaked, which should have calmed my dick the fuck down.Then I glanced at Saylor’s laughing face and in my peripheral vision caught her wet bikini clinging to her breasts.Clenching my jaw against my dick’s immediate reaction to her gorgeous body, I reached for my mostly wet towel and ran it over my head and my chest, mercilessly scrubbing away my lust with the water droplets still sliding over my skin.
“Well, that’s one way to kill the mood,” she said, her eyes dancing.
“Your friends are assholes,” I grumbled.
Saylor laughed again.“Do you have another beer in that magic cooler?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.Plus, brownies for dessert.”
“Brownies?Really?They’re my favorite, especially if they have nuts in them.”She all but bounced on her bench seat in anticipation, apparently oblivious to her innuendo.
I chuckled as I grabbed a couple of beers and the container of brownies—which were indeed baked with walnuts.She sat back on the seat across from me, damn it.Still, the sparkle in her eyes lit me up as though she were sitting right next to me.
