I blinked at him, confused and more than a little frustrated. “What?”
He was already climbing out of bed, reaching for his jeans on the floor. The sight of his naked body in the daylight made my mouth go dry. My eyes caught on the dark trail of hair leading down to where his cock hung heavy between his thighs.
“Grayson, what are you doing?”
He tugged on his jeans, not bothering with underwear, and turned to face me.
“Our first time can’t be here,” he rumbled. “I’ll break the bed and scare the guests. We need to go somewhere private. It’s time for me to get my rain check.”
Twenty minutes later, we were in his pickup truck heading out of town. I’d barely had time to brush my teeth and pull on clothes before he’d hustled me out of the Summit House, his hand warm on the small of my back.
“Where are we going?” I asked, even though I already suspected the answer.
He glanced at me as he drove, heat simmering in his eyes.
His voice was a low growl as he dropped a possessive hand on my thigh. “Where do you think? We’re going back to where we started things. I want you naked in those hot springs again.”
His touch sent shockwaves of heat through me.
Ineededthis man.
Now.
The drive felt longer than it had yesterday, anticipation building with every mile. When we finally pulled up to the Iron Peak Trailhead, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.
We hiked faster this time, Grayson’s long strides eating up the distance while I scrambled to keep up. He knew exactly where he was going, navigating the invisible deer trail with the confidence of someone who’d walked these woods a thousand times.
When the hot springs finally came into view, steam rising in lazy swirls up into the cool mountain air, he was already pulling his shirt over his head.
This time, there was no pretense of modesty from either of us.
He stripped completely, jeans and boots discarded on the rocks, and waded into the water without looking back. The muscles in his back flexed as he moved, and I watched the way the water rose up his thick thighs and over his hips.
Then he turned and held out his hand to me.
I stripped faster than I ever had in my life.
The hot water enveloped me as I stepped in, and Grayson pulled me against him immediately.
Our naked bodies pressed together, skin to skin, nothing between us this time. His cock was already hard, pressing against my belly, and I felt myself clench with anticipation.
“No interruptions this time,” he growled against my ear. “I’m going to finish what I started.”
His mouth crashed into mine.
The kiss was hungry and desperate, nothing like the tender exploration of the night before. His tongue thrust past my lips, claiming me, and I gave myself over to him completely.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I need you now,” I breathed. “Please.”
He rumbled out a laugh and slipped his tip across my slit, teasing me. The head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I gasped into his mouth.
“Is this what you want, Amelia?”
“Yes. Stop your teasing,” I begged as I tried to force him inside. But that didn’t work. It just made him laugh more.
He slid his cock up and down, up and down, before finally settling his tip back in place. Then, ever so slowly, he began to push inside.
