Shane grinned, already looking forward to the next time he’d get naked with Krista, but as he opened the glove box, two phones—his and Krista’s—stared back at him like two daring eyes.Pick me up. Switch me on. Check me.
He snapped the lid shut. “You all good to go?”
“Sure am.” Krista was quick to get out.
Shane hadn’t seen her check her phone for a couple of days. She hadn’t asked about his social media, and neither had mentioned the bet since the Iceline Trail.
That day seemed months ago now. It had been an action-packed—and very satisfying—48 hours. So much had happened.
“I’ll hold your hand in the deep end,” Krista was saying as they made their way to the entrance. “Or we could see about renting floaties for you while you learn to swim.”
“Thanks,” he drawled. “If I drown, will you give me mouth to mouth?”
She looked him up and down. “Maybe later,” she said when her eyes focused on thedownpart.
Shane laughed, pleased that Krista was no longerthinkingand was looking forward tolateras much as he was.
And why not?
They were two healthy adults, planning to spend the next three days together hiking through more stunning scenery and having hot sex in between.
There really was no need to spoil such a pleasant agenda bythinking—and Krista’s grip on his backside earlier shouted loud and clear that she felt the same way.
As they paid their entrance fee and rented their swimwear—and nofloaties—Shane couldn’t help but snigger to himself at how unashamedly demanding Krista could be when she was turned on.
Sweet and fluffy, my arse.
Krista Gervais liked it hot and spicy and full of thrills.
And from now until Sunday, who was he to deny her of more?
***
Floating in the bath-like water, surrounded by the ever-present mountains, glaciers, and spruces, Krista decide the thermal pools were a gift from the gods. For two hours, she’d bobbed and floated alongside Shane as clouds drifted lazily past above them, not remembering the last time she felt so carefree and relaxed.
They stayed in the water for almost two hours, laughing and chatting sometimes, or quietly floating and not saying much at all. Amazing sex aside, that’s what Krista liked best about Shane. He was easy company, and for all of his goofing around and hogwash, what she saw of him was what she got. No brass and bravado, no pretentions or shamming. No games.
And now, as the restaurant buzzed with the chink and clatter of early evening diners, he was making her laugh so much she was getting indigestion.
“You’re making that up!” she said, almost choking on her portobello mushroom burger.
“I wish I was! But honest to god, some wanker on Team GB changed the sign on the showers, and the next thing I know, I have all of Team Japan’s top female synchronized swimmers gawping at me.”
“And you were all soaped up?”
“Like a cream puff.” Grinning, Shane popped an olive from his salad into his mouth. “I still don’t know what they put in my bar of soap.”
Krista hooted again. “And here I thought the Olympics was a serious contest.”
“Pffft.What made you think that?”
“Only the years and years of dedicated training.” Krista dipped a piece of lettuce in mayo. “I guess you’ll be training hard for the Pan Pacifics when you get back home.”
“They’re in December. They’ll be over by then.”
“Eh? Oh, I meant back home in Vancouver. Next week.” But of course Shane called Australia home. “Are you returning to Sydney as soon as they’re over, then?”
“Pretty much. I told my parents I’d be home for Christmas this year, and I start training for the Olympics with my old coach in January.”
