I sputter, arms flailing as I flip upright, coughing and laughing at once. Milo surfaces right in front of me, grinning like a mischievous devil. Water streams down the hard lines of his chest, his dark hair slicked back, droplets clinging to his lashes. His eyes sparkle with pure mischief.
“You absolute asshole!” I shriek, but I’m already scooping up water and hurling it at him.
He ducks, laughing that low, rumbling laugh that always hits me in the belly. Then he retaliates with a massive wave that soaks me. I dive under, grab his ankle, and pull hard. He goes down with a surprised yelp, surfacing right in front of me—so close that our legs tangle underwater.
We’re both laughing uncontrollably, and the sound echoes off the rocks. The splashing turns chaotic. I slap the water,sending a sheet of it at his face. He grabs my waist, lifts me half out of the pool, then gently dunks me. I come up spluttering, hair plastered to my cheeks, and immediately wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him under with me.
We surface together, faces inches apart, our chests heaving. The laughter fades, replaced by something heavier, hotter. His hands stay on my waist, holding me against him in the deep water.
His eyes drop to my mouth.
My eyes drop to his mouth.
The air between us snaps.
“Milo…” I whisper, barely audible above the waterfall.
He doesn’t answer with words.
He kisses me.
It’s slow and searching, as if he’s giving me one last chance to pull away. Then the dam breaks. The kiss turns deep, hungry, and desperate. I moan into his mouth, fingers threading through his wet hair, tugging him closer.
His hands roam—one sliding up my back, pressing me flush against his chest, the other gripping my ass possessively as he leads us through the water toward the waterfall.
Every step grinds my body against his, the hard length of him pressing between my legs through our swimsuits. I rock against him instinctively, chasing the friction, and he groans into my mouth—a low, guttural sound that vibrates through me.
He carries me through the pounding curtain of water until we’re in the hidden alcove behind the fall. The roar is deafening, yet the alcove is surprisingly sheltered. Milo breaks the kiss and cups my face in both hands, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
“Tell me to stop, Sienna,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me to stop before we do something we can’t take back.”
I frantically shake my head. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Sienna—”
“Please don’t stop, Milo.”
His eyes darken to storm-cloud gray as a low, almost pained sound escapes him, like he’s been holding himself back for days and the leash has snapped.
Then he kisses me again.
This time it’s harder, deeper, hungrier. His tongue strokes mine with filthy intent as I wrap my legs around his waist. One of his arms bands securely around my back, the other cradling me beneath my ass as he carries me the last few steps through the churning water.
He sets me down gently on the fluffy red throw I’d packed earlier, and his hands instantly go to the ties of my bikini top, pulling them slowly, his gaze locked on mine the whole time, giving me every chance to change my mind.
I don’t.
The fabric falls away. His gaze darkens as he takes me in. My breasts spill free, nipples already tight from the heat of his gaze. He stares for a long second, breathing hard.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sienna,” he murmurs, almost reverent.
Then his mouth is on me.
He kisses down my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse, sucking lightly until I moan. His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in teasing circles. The sensation shoots straight to my core. I arch into his touch, gasping as he rolls one nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make my hips jerk.
“Milo—”
He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth. The heat of his tongue against the sensitive peak is overwhelming. He sucks gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking, his teeth grazing as his hand works the other breast in perfectrhythm. I cry out, my fingers tightening in his hair as I hold him to me.
