“You’d have to stay put while I interrogated you.”
“What if I wouldn’t?”
“Then, I’d use enhanced methods.”
“What’s an enhanced method?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s classified.”
“Can you show me?”
His eyes open, and I’m in awe of the fact that he’s not even winded from treading water to hold us both up. I’m a limp sack of potatoes clinging to his body, which definitely doesn’t have enough fat on it to float. He should be sinking straight down to the muddy bottom.
His arms are free as I hold on, and he reaches into the water to cup some in his hands, bringing it up above my head to dump it over me. I see his shoulder muscles flex before a tiny bit of water streams into my eyes.
“Ooh, I’ve heard of that kind. I think I could take it.”
“Do you?”
“Absolutely. I have a decent pain tolerance.”
“Hmm.” He reaches his hand up to trace my jawline.
I’m tense with the anticipation of wondering what he’ll do next.
“Maybe I’ll seduce it out of you.”
Yes, yes, yes, please do . . .
He reads my mind, leaning forward to crush his lips on mine. He’s not gentle, pulling me toward him with strong arms. The water laps around us, my legs still holding on to him tightly. His tongue parts my lips to push further into my mouth, and hetastes like the fresh citrus juice Linnet sent with us. My arm is encircling his neck, and I’m clinging to him.
He groans into my lips, the kiss growing slower but somehow more intense. I nibble his bottom lip, drawing my teeth over it. I can feel the cut from the fight, a taste of blood in my mouth. His erection presses into me. Arousal pools in my belly as his lips devour me.
“Feel like telling me your secrets yet?” he asks.
He pulls away slightly, lips red from my overly zealous nibbles. I want to keep going, but he’s probably getting tired from treading water.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
“Why did you approach me at Divine Taste that night?”
“I was...acting out of character. I’d gotten fired and cheated on in one day. You seemed like a good distraction.”
He’s swimming us over toward the waterfall, and for a moment, we’re submerged underneath the downpour as he dips us under. Our heads poke up on the other side. It’s darker underneath with the water reflecting bits of light around us.
We aren’t floating anymore, and his knees come up as he seems to sit on a rock.
“And was I a good distraction?”
“Hmm, from what I can remember . . . yes.”
His gaze narrows on me. “What do you mean?”
“I was drunk, so the details are a bit fuzzy.”
He leans in to press another kiss to my lips, this one chaste and slow. “I guess maybe I should give you a rerun then?”
His hand curls around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The other reaches down between us, and I hitch in a breath at the contact his fingers make. He watches me, gauging my reactions as he explores my pussy. The water is the perfect temperature, a few degrees cooler than our bodies.
