“Here?”
He looked up at the starry sky above them. A half moon hung above Niklas’s dark house, glowing down on them. The water stretched out around us, smooth except for the ripples of our movement. A few lights glowed from the houses around the lake, but even those felt far away.
“It’s a beautiful night,” he said. “I can’t think of a better way to enjoy it.”
I still wasn’t used to the feeling of the water on my bare skin. He lifted me and dragged his tip over me. The feeling of him and the water moving around me made me moan. I closed my eyes, taking in the new sensations. His hands moved to my hips, and he positioned me over him, giving my body a chance to adjust to his size.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
I did.
His own eyes were half-closed, his lids heavy with desire. As I met his gaze, he pulled me down his long, hot length. The contrast was overwhelming, the water swirling as he filled me. Our sighs echoed across the quiet water as he pushed deeper and deeper.
His breath was rough and harsh as he held me against him, as we adjusted to the newness of each other in the water. Then he began to move me. Our bodies slid against each other, smooth, mingling with the rush of water between them. Niklas was an athlete, all energy and hard muscle and unending endurance, but he felt different tonight.Wefelt different. The water slowed us down, replacing the friction and the weight of Niklas’s body with a sultry, luxurious flood of slow-burning heat.
“Jag älskar dig.”
I love you.This was the only sentence I knew in Swedish, and he whispered it, again and again until I cried out into the still night. Niklas’s fingers clenched around my hips, and his large body shook as he came. He bit down on my shoulder to muffle his ragged growl, driving himself still deeper inside me. I clung to him as my body shuddered again.
I kissed his parted lips and then tipped my head, easing myself back. The cool water hit the heat of my cheeks, and I let my limp, satisfied body float.
“You look like a mermaid. A very hot one.” Niklas’s voice came to me, muffled through the water.
I smiled and spread my arms out. “I’m all yours.”
I felt his laugh against me. He released my hips, his spent body leaving mine empty. He turned and dove under the water, surfacing a little further out. I looked up into the night sky, tracing clusters of stars all the way to the moon.
Niklas swam back over, and his hand found mine. He eased back into the water next to me. I breathed in deeply, Niklas’s warm hand in mine. Together. I lay still until the water cooled my body enough to make me shiver. I stood up and gently tugged his arm.
“Let’s go in,” I said.
“Never,” he whispered, his eyes closed.
“I’m getting cold.”
“Is that a hint?” he said, not opening his eyes. “I can warm you again.”
He grinned. Only his chiseled profile and the rounded muscles of his shoulders floated above the surface. I rolled my eyes. I brought a hand to the surface and splashed him…a little more than I had meant to.
Niklas sat up, coughing.
“Sorry,” I giggled. “That was supposed to be a small splash.”
Niklas’s eyes narrowed.
“I’ll give you a five-second head start, and then I’m coming for a little payback.”
I took off in a flurry of strokes that couldn’t have been quiet. Gone was my hesitancy to go skinny dipping and my worries about being discovered. Instead, all I could think about was just how seriously Niklas took every single game he played. This would be no different.
I moved my arms faster until we hit the sandy bottom. I looked up—the shore was within reach. And Niklas’s splashes were right behind me. I gathered my feet underneath me and started to stand, but a large arm grabbed my waist from behind. He pinned both arms to my sides and pulled me back against him. My naked body pressed against his.
“You’re faster than I thought you’d be,” he growled in my ear.
I was panting hard, and I moved against him, struggling to break free. The water let me slip in his arms, and he shifted to hold me tighter. I felt him growing hard behind me, impossibly soon.
“Does chasing me get you hot?” my voice still sounded breathless, and it only seemed to turn him on further.
“Fuck, yes, it does,” he groaned in my ear. “You know I can’t resist a challenge. And with you, naked?”
