Roman lowers my bag to the ground and then takes up a spot on a fallen tree, lowering to sit with a full view of the plunge pool and the water falling over the slick and mossy rocks.
His eyes are on me the entire time I strip out of my clothes, down to the light blue bikini I picked out.
“You coming in, cowboy?” I call over my shoulder, walking into the shallows of the pool.
“I’d rather watch.”
My whole body warms, enough to fight off the chill the water attempts to wash over me. I do my usual routine, get in so far until I can lift and swim, moving into the center of the pool where I then turn on my back. The water ripples around me, and the sky opens up above my eyes, birds sweeping over to land in the thick canopy.
I’m not sure how long I float there — long enough for my fingers to prune — and when I right myself, Roman is still on that log, though he’s leaning forward now, his elbows resting on his knees, watching. He looks as content as I feel, soft, shoulders relaxed. I cut through the water, back to the shore and stand once I’m able to touch the bottom.
He immediately straightens, eyes following the path of the water that rolls down my body.
“Enjoying the show?” I tease.
Whiskey eyes flick up, and he wets his mouth. “I am.”
Picking up my towel, I get a little confidence boost as I wrap it around myself and then reach for the strings securing the fabric around my neck. His throat works on a swallow as I pull them loose and then reach down the back of the towel for the back strings. Once they’re released, I pull the top free, dropping it onto the floor.
Any other man looking at me the way Roman is looking at me would get a quick and sharp slap, but him… I could have him watch me all day. It’s hungry, a little desperate — a match to the growing need inside of me.
I tighten the towel a little further before reaching up and pulling on the strings keeping my panties in place.
“Niamh,” He growls, his eyes darkening, a muscle in his jaw ticking.
“Yes?” I ask innocently. Reaching into the bag, I pull my black lacy panties that I’d tucked into one of the side pockets out and pull them up beneath the towel. I grab my oversized bar tee next.
“I’m going to need you to put some clothes on, sweetheart.”
I flutter my lashes at him but then turn around, giving him my back. With shaking hands; I undo the knot securing the towel in place. “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
The cool air of the forest kisses my skin, sending goosebumps down my body.
When he doesn’t deny it, I chuckle, “I knew it was you that day.” God, that feels like so long ago now. “So, what’s the big deal?”
Pulling the tee over my head, I turn back to him, adjusting the stretchy fabric. It’s long enough to cover most of me, stopping just at the top of my thighs.
A hiss of breath leaves him as he leans forward once more, resting his head in his hand so it covers his mouth. Eyes roam over me, following every line, every curve.
It’s not hard to see the bulge in his pants, the way the denim of his jeans molds to the shape of his hard cock. That can’t be comfortable.
“Not seen a naked girl before?” Perhaps taunting him isn’t the wisest idea, but I’m feeling free and a little reckless. I want to push just to see what happens. “Don’t worry, cowboy.” I purposely drop my eyes to his lap. “Your secret is safe with me.”
His eyes burn into me. “Keep that up, sweetheart, and I’ll make you deal with it here and now.”
“You can try,” I laugh.
“You want to play, Niamh,” His voice drops an octave lower, “We can play.”
“Not sure you could keep up,” I challenge.
His shoulders shake with his laughter. “You have no fucking idea what I’m capable of, but if you’re a good girl, I can show you.”
I think my brain short-circuits.
His grin is mischievous as he rises to stand, stepping closer. His hand goes to the hem of my shirt, and he shifts it up until he can curl his palm around my hip, and then he tugs me closer, until my body is lined up against his.
I feel his cock pressing into my lower abdomen, warmth blooming between my legs in response.
