“It isn’t all that bad once you get used to it,” she said, then giggled. The sweet sound echoed around the grotto.
“Fun, right? You remember what that is? Much better than being on your phone or stuck in your cabin.”
“I guess,” she said and swam toward the waterfall. When she reached the base, she looked back at me and motioned for me to join her. “Come on. Let’s go see this cave you were talking about.”
She pushed herself up and climbed onto one of the rocks that would lead her behind the streaming water. I followed, ogling her sweet ass the entire time.
The narrow cave wasn’t all that deep, with just enough room for us to stand and face each other.
“Not much of a cave.” She took a step and slipped, but before she fell, I grabbed on to her and pulled her close. Our wet bodies generated so much heat, I broke out in a sweat.
“Careful,” I said. “I don’t want you hurting your ankle all over again.”
She ran her fingertips up and down my arms and shoulders, brushing them over my old and new scars, making me shiver and overheat simultaneously.
“I know you won’t let anything happen to me.”
“I want you to know, I didn’t bring you up here so we could have sex.” Not entirely true, but not entirely a lie either. I’d packed condoms just in case. I’d hoped we’d screw today, but I figured bringing her to the waterfall would be a kind of foreplay, and we’d hit the mattress later.
“Sure, I believe you,” she said with a wry smile. “Remember when I said I didn’t like you?”
“Let me guess. You didn’t mean it?”
“Not a word. I like that no matter what you’re doing, you always have one eye on me. I like how you want to keep me safe and care for me.” She bit her lower lip and smiled. “I also like your body. It looks like it could make me feel real nice.”
“I’ll die trying.”
She got on her tiptoes, and I lowered my head. After days of wanting her and imagining what it would be like to kiss her, our lips met.
Her sinful, soft lips swept over mine, and a small moan sounded from her throat. I tightened my grip, our bodies melting into one another.
As our kiss deepened, I moved my hand lower and swept my fingertips along the curve of her ass. Our kiss became more demanding with tongues and teeth and raspy, fast breaths.
“We should go back to the ranch,” I murmured. “Find somewhere more comfortable.”
“We’re not going anywhere,” she said, nibbling my neck and thoroughly scrambling my brain. There was only one way to stop my body throbbing, and that was to give both of us what we wanted.
She peppered kisses beneath my jaw. “I want you now. It’s been forever and a day since I wanted to sleep with anyone. Help me remember what it feels like to live.”
The desire and the pleading in her voice were too much to resist. I couldn’t and wouldn’t wait.
I took her hand, and we skipped over the rocks to the blankets. I grabbed a towel from the backpack and began to dry her, carefully rubbing and massaging, making sure I didn’t miss a single spot.
When there wasn’t a drop of water on her body, she took the towel from my hands and rubbed down my chest, pausing at the waistband of my boxers.
“What do we have here?” She brushed her fingertips over the head of my straining and still-covered cock, and a sigh broke from my lips.
“You like that?” she asked in a husky voice...a fuck me hard voice.
“I’ll like it a lot more when we’re both naked with your hand wrapped around me.”
She grinned wickedly and got on her knees. “I think I’ll wrap my lips around you first.” She hooked her fingers into my boxers, and painstakingly pulled them down my legs. My rigid cock sprang out, and she licked it from root to tip.
“Damn, woman.” I buried my fingers in her hair and held tight. This wasn’t what I’d imagined, but I would take anything she offered. What man would refuse a woman who wanted to pleasure him using her mouth?
She glanced up at me, her molten eyes swimming with desire, then she wrapped her lips around my weeping tip and sucked deep.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I had to tense my legs to stop from collapsing.
Chapter Four
Montana
What had gotten into me? I was on my knees in the middle of the Smoky Mountains by a waterfall in front of a man who made me have more wicked thoughts in a few days than I’d had in a lifetime.
Blow jobs weren’t something I ever offered, but I ached to make him feel good, ached to make him happy. The way he looked at me with his eyes all hooded and heavy left me buzzing way more than any drink ever had.
He didn’t seem to care I hadn’t shaved in days, or that my bra and panties were mismatched, or that I jiggled in all the wrong places. From the way his body reacted to mine, he liked me just the way I was.
I curved my hands around his taut and trembling thighs and took him even deeper.
“Jesus,” he rasped, then released a breathy, groaning sigh.
He was thick and rock hard, and I was sopping wet, desperate to feel him inside of me.
I was sure me being on my knees wearing only my underwear pleasuring a naked man was a sight to see. A terrifying thought shot through me. What if we’d been followed? What if someone was watching us? I looked
