“Ooh, yes, with a hot air balloon tour over the savanna? And a little lodge where the giraffes poke their heads in the windows?”
“Yeah, that sounds amazing.”If she’s there too.
We’re getting closer to the waterfall. I can already hear therushing water. Summer slips, her foot sliding in a patch of mud. I reach out and grab her arm, steadying her.
“We should do it. After the house is done, to celebrate,” I say.
She peers up at me, licking her lips. “Maybe after it sells so we can actually afford it. Together?”
I nod, letting her go. She continues the hike.
We can see the falls now. It’s a breathtaking sight. The water spills out of the moss-covered rocks thirty feet in the air, creating a mist around the pool below. Behind the spray is Hidden Cove, which isn’t visible until you swim under the water.
Summer peels my T-shirt off and tosses it on a rock before removing her shoes and wading into the pool. The freshwater is crystal clear, with mossy rocks at the bottom. She wades in, pushing off a rock until she’s floating on her back. I swing the backpack off and pull out her camera again.
I snap three photos before she looks over at me and smiles. I snap another one.
“Come on. Get in while we have it to ourselves!”
I put the camera back in the bag and remove my shoes and hat before wading in. The spring-fed water is cool and refreshing. I swim up next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She sighs, reaching out to thread her fingers through my hair.
She scratches my head, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing. It’s only been a couple of days, but we’re craving each other. We’ve resisted. I even stayed at the Grand Palm last night to avoid temptation. But when she turns her head and looks at me with hooded eyes, I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“Come on.” I tug her hand.
She tips her body so that she’s swimming beside me as we make our way through the spray of the waterfall. I reach for herwaist in the water, sliding my fingers under the bikini string on her hip. I’m already growing hard in anticipation, but I want to make sure she’s ready before I make a move on her.
After we get through the waterfall, the water is shallow. I wipe a hand over my face, surveying the inside of the cove. It’s darker in here, with just enough light filtering through so that we can find a large, flat rock to sit on. It’s about an inch deep in the water right now. When there’s more rain, it’ll get deeper.
She sits up on the rock, eyes on me. I scoot up next to her, surveying the cove.
“This place hasn’t changed at all.”
“When was the last time you came down here?”
“I don’t know. Maybe junior year, with Will and Cal.”
“Hmm,” is all she says, leaning closer into my shoulder.
I freeze, my heart rate spiking. I told her I’d wait for her to initiate things.
Touching your shoulder doesn’t count.
I force myself to be still. My hands are pressed down against the mossy rock, my gaze trained on the waterfall. Her fingers start brushing over my thighs. I finally turn to look down at her. She licks her lips.
I swallow, waiting.
She inches closer to my dick. Blood is rushing down, hardening me more with each centimeter she gets closer. Finally, she brushes over it. I suck in a breath, closing my eyes.
She caresses it over the top of my swim trunks before reaching down to the hem. Her fingers slide up from the bottom.
My muscles are rigid, body poised and waiting for her as she takes her sweet time tracing the inside of my leg. Her fingers brush over the head of my cock, and I snap.
My eyes pop open, and I grab the string of her bikini tied around her neck, tugging it free. Her breasts spill out.
She’s so beautiful.
“Like a siren,” I whisper.
