His words bring me back to the situation at hand, and I scoot to the edge and sit with a thump, my feet dangling in the crystal water as I lean back on my hands in an attempt to look unconcerned.
“Fuck!”
My squeal of pain causes him to open one eye as I lean forward, my hands on fire as they remind me I can’t apply any pressure on them.
“I should bandage those; it might help protect them a little.”
“I’m fine. Dandy even. Nothing to see here.”
I’m still staring at his cock that appears to be floating of its own accord right now, having a lovely time as it basks in the pleasure of the cool, invigorating stream. I wonder why it hasn’t shrunk yet? Surely it’s cold in there. Isn’t it meant to shrivel under those circumstances?
Once again, the blood drains from my face when I realize he’s fucking hard.
His low chuckle returns me to the room, and I snap, “What’s so funny?”
“You amuse me, darlin’.”
“How?”
I shrug, attempting to play it cool, and he sits up and rolls over, exposing the most perfect muscled ass I have ever seen on a man before.
“Perhaps it’s best if I adopt this position to save your blushes.”
“Clothes would do that perfectly.”
“It’s too hot for clothes.”
The fact that my t-shirt is stained with sweat is testament to that and as it runs down my back, I wish like hell I was naked right now and in that stream myself.
“It’s okay, darlin’, I won’t touch you, but you can’t blame a guy for being horny. It’s been a while.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
I sound like a freaking schoolmistress; my tone is clipped and dismissive, and I drag in a deep lungful of fresh mountain air.
“So–”
He says nothing, and I scramble for words to fill the awkward silence.
“How long do we wait? Have you heard from anyone?”
“No.”
A bug flies into my ear, causing me to slap against it, and I squeal, “Ow, that fucking hurts.”
“Language, darlin’.”
My eyes widen. “Language? You are really calling me out on my language right now.”
“You’re a lady. I prefer my ladies not to cuss like a guy.”
He has the audacity to chuckle as I wrap my head around the description as his lady.
His lady.
Is he joking? Why do I hope he’s not? Why am I so needy all of a sudden? Why do I like this brute?
He moves fast, before I can recover, and two huge hands wrap around my waist. He tugs me into the stream, my body slamming against his as the cold water hits my skin, instantly freezing the sweat on it.
