“If you want it, you’ll have to come here and get it.”
He grinned. “You are asking for big trouble,ish’tia’nay.”
“Very big trouble,” she said pointedly, looking at his swelling groin.
He gave her a look.
She giggled.
He charged.
She ran.
He caught her easily and swept her up into his arms. She shrieked playfully and pretended to fight. “Someone else I know needs a bath,” he declared.
“No,” she cried in mock fear. “The water is cold!”
He waded in and held her a few feet above it.
“Let me down, Jack,” she demanded.
“Okay,” he said, laughter in his voice.
She tensed, waiting to be heaved.
He released her legs so that her body swung down against his, still suspended, and he began to lower her very slowly, looking into her eyes. Playfulness vanished. Her eyes widened and she slid down his body, the dress riding up. His hands were on her buttocks.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he said.
She obeyed and he set her on his straining manhood. She gasped. He laughed. A hoarse, sensuous sound. He had nothing to lean her against, and their position was awkward without support. “Now what?” she breathed shakily.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he said.
She gasped and he captured her mouth, dropping slowly to his knees and setting her on her back in the shallow water without ever withdrawing. They began moving together, slowly and rhythmically, reaching a hot climax simultaneously.
“You’re insatiable,” Candice said, smiling, brushing her hair off his cheekbone.
His gray eyes, sated now and solemn, moved over her face as she continued to toy with the strands. “You make me that way.”
She wanted it to be true. Oh, she did. “Really?”
“How can you doubt it?”
Her hand slid to his hard shoulder. “I don’t know. You’ve had others, other women …”
“Not many and not often. And never like you.”
She inhaled with sharp pleasure, then turned her head to his and sought his mouth with hers. Her lips brushed his softly, and when she pulled slightly back, she saw that his eyes were closed, his expression almost strained. She wondered what dark emotions and darker thoughts wrenched his soul so that he would come to her with unquenchable, fierce need.
“We’d better bathe,” Candice said.
He opened his eyes and kissed her breast before sitting. She stood, very much aware of being naked in broad daylight, and she reached for the blanket to cover herself from his gaze. He caught her wrist. “Don’t. You have nothing to hide from me.”
She colored. “It’s just …” Her color deepened. “It’s not right … the middle of the day …” Like some harlot.
“I know every inch of you.”
She let him pull the blanket away. “I love every inch of you,” he said.
