His hand moves slow up my back, tracing the line of my spine under the water.
“You know what I remember most about that day?” he says finally. “How fucking fearless you were. I came down here on a giant black stallion, gun at my side, raking you over the coals, and you just…” A low sound that's almost a laugh. “You challenged me. Didn’t back down a single inch. I think that was it for me. Right then.”
“That was it for you?” I tease, because if I don't tease himI'm going to cry, and that is not happening. “A little back-talk and you were done for?”
“Right then and there. Didn’t stand a chance.”
Reaching up to touch his jaw, I nuzzle against him again.
“You just like the brat thing,” I mumble into his chest.
“I fuckinglovethe brat thing.”
He kisses me, leisurely and slow, the cold water all around us and his body warm against mine.
When he breaks the kiss, he doesn't go far. Just shifts back enough to gaze at me, close enough that I can see the water on his lashes, the deep green of his eyes in the morning light, the set of his jaw.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get out before you turn blue.”
We climb out onto the flat rock, the sun hitting immediately, the contrast of cold water and hot stone almost violent. I wring my hair out and spread my towel and lie down on my back with my face tipped up to the sky, letting the heat wave do its work.
Walker stands dripping at the water’s edge, looking out at the lake. He’s got that distant, melancholy look in his eyes, the one I’ve come to know well.
I dig in the cooler and produce two cherry popsicles.
After handing his to him, I unwrap mine and put it in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I relish the moment. Won’t be doing much naked lakeside sunbathing in the city.
I can feel Walker’s eyes on me from behind my closed lids. I take my time sucking the popsicle, savoring the cold sweet cherry ice, the sun on my face. When I open my eyes, he's watching me with avid, heated interest, his own popsicle dripping and forgotten in his hand.
I release mine with a deliberate wet pop.
“See something you like?” I ask innocently.
“Just thinking,” he says, “about all the other hidden talents of yours we’ve discovered together.”
I pretend ignorance, acting like he hasn’t already taught me exactly how to give him a blowjob. “Besides songwriting, you mean?”
He’s hard already, and now his hand goes to his cock. Gives it a rough stroke. “Come here, baby.”
Heat pools in my belly almost instantly. I know what he wants. And I love to give it to him. I start to rise to my feet, and he shakes his head.
“No, darlin.’” His dark green eyes roam my naked body. “Crawl.”
My pussy clenches in response.
Popsicle still in my mouth, I crawl to him on my hands and knees.
The rock is hot under my palms, hard against my knees. The sun bakes my bare skin. The cherry ice is cold where my lips are sealed around it, but the sugar is melting, dripping down my throat.
His eyes are on me the entire time I cross the distance between us, and the way he's looking at me, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling faster than usual, sends arousal pulsing through my whole body.
His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking as he watches me crawl to him.
So I give him the show. A slow crawl, greedily watching him pump his dick as his eyes stay glued to me.
When I reach him, I sit back on my heels and lick the popsicle slowly, holding his gaze, and watch his throat move as he swallows.
“Thank you for everything you’ve taught me this summer,” I say, giving him a coy look. “Especially for teaching me how to please a man.”
