The way he said it. Quiet, matter-of-fact, like losing a home was something that happened to everyone, made my chest tighten. “Grayson…”
“It’s done,” he cut in, his voice firm. “No use digging in old holes.”
He shifted in the water, shoulders rolling like he was shaking something off. “I’m still here. Still building. That’s what matters.”
“Sounds like you’ll finish it if it’s what you want.”
“Yup.”
I leaned forward, “I don’t know you well yet… but you don’t seem like someone who gives up. And I can tell that you’re the kind of man who gets whatever he goes after in life. You survived a mountain lion attack. You help rescue people in these mountains. You’re still here, still working toward something, even after everything that’s happened.”
Grayson’s eyes locked onto mine, something unreadable flickering across his face before it vanished again.
He studied me for a second, like he wasn’t used to being seen that clearly. Then his mouth twitched, almost a smile, and he leaned back against the rock.
“You always this determined to fix people you just met?” he asked.
“Only the stubborn ones.”
A low huff of laughter escaped him, but the tension in his shoulders stayed. “Good thing I’m not looking to be fixed.”
The air between us felt charged, electric with possibility.
Maybe this was my moment.
My heart pounded against my ribs. I’d never been good at this. But sitting here with this man, on this gorgeous day, I knew I had to try.
“I don’t want to fix you,” I said, my voice coming out breathier than I intended, “I just want to fuck you.”
It was clumsy. Probably the worst seduction line in the history of seduction lines. But I was already moving, closing the distance between us through the warm water before I could lose my nerve.
It didn’t take but a moment for me to reach him and grab hold of his thick shoulders.
Grayson had a surprised look on his face, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I blocked him, pressing my lips to his.
I’d never done something so bold before in my life. Men kissedme. Not the other way around.
For one heart-stopping moment, he went completely still. Then his hands came up, gripping my waist beneath the water, and he hauled me against him.
That’s when our kiss ignited.
His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that stole my breath. One of his hands slid up my back, pressing me closer until my breasts were crushed against the hard planes of his chest.
His other hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept against mine, tasting, claiming, and I melted into him completely.
Heat flooded through me that had nothing to do with the spring. I could feel him hard against my stomach. There was a barely restrained power in the arms wrapped around me. A small moan escaped my throat, and he swallowed it, kissing me harder.
I straddled him in the water, and our hips pulsed as we kissed. I slid my hips up and down slowly, dragging my core against him until he groaned and gripped my hips, thrusting up towards me.
Two thin layers of underwear were the only thing separating us, and I was already plotting how to remove the final barrier between him and me.
I was ready to feel his cock inside me.
He’s going to be the ride of my life.
After a few minutes he pulled his lips away, both of us breathing raggedly.
I looked up at his face.
