Page 92 of Crazy for You

“It was even more fun than I thought it would be.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

“This part’s pretty fun, too.”

Yep. They were dripping wet and completely entwined, their skin slipping together with a delicious friction that warmed the last chill of the water.

“This part’s not fun, though.” Ryan adjusted himself in his trunks.

She giggled. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said, his voice all low and rough. “I’m not.”

“Well, in that case…” She leaned in and kissed him again. His tongue slid against hers, igniting a fiery need inside her. She needed this moment, this man, this life. How could she give it all up next week?

“Emma,” he rasped, pulling back, “we’d better get going if we’re going to hike back up.”

She grumbled a little in protest, and Ryan hauled her in for one more blistering kiss. His cock pressed against her, so deliciously hard inside his swim trunks. She really wanted to help him out with that problem, but yeah, she wanted to jump again, too.

“Not going to be as much fun in wet, squishy sneakers,” she said, sliding them off one at a time to empty as much water out of them as she could.

“Maybe not, but it beats climbing back up barefoot.”

“Is that what you and Derek used to do?” she asked.

He nodded with a smile. “Tore our feet up pretty bad. Never brought towels either.”

“See? We girls think of everything.”

“You do,” he agreed. “Definitely an improvement.”

She wondered if he meant that, or if a part of him wished it were still her brother out here with him, racing their way to the top, barefoot and soaking wet.

He stepped closer and took her hand, as if he’d read her mind. “It’s different. Derek and I were here to out-daredevil each other. It was wild and reckless. Fun, sure. But it’s really great sharing it with you, too. I love sharing this kind of shit with you.”

The look in his eyes made her heart turn over in her chest. Gah. He didn’t mean…but… “I love sharing it with you, too.” She pressed her lips to his again then led the way back to the path.

This climb was a little different, wearing nothing but swimsuits. She wasn’t self-conscious in her bikini, especially not with Ryan, but okay, she wasn’t exactly sorry that their slippery, wet sneakers meant they had to forgo any rock climbing this time because she could only imagine what kind of view he’d have gotten following her up the rock face…

“Best afternoon we’ve spent together in a long time,” she said, sliding her hand into his.

“Agreed.” He looked over at her with an easy smile on his face.

They hiked together in comfortable silence, coming out once more at the top of the rock. Their clothes lay right where they’d dropped them.

“I guess we should have just hiked up in our swimsuits the first time. Now we’re going to have to come back for our clothes at the end.”

“Don’t mind,” he said with a shrug.

“Me either.” She walked to the edge and peered down. Beside her, Ryan looked like a god in nothing but low-slung green board shorts, his skin bronzed and glistening, all his tattoos on display. “I should spend more time with you in a swimsuit,” she said, sliding into his arms.

“Sounds like a great idea to me.”

She slid her hands over his tattooed biceps. “I want to spend more time with you, Ryan.”

“What are you saying?” A guarded look came into his eyes.

“I don’t know. Let’s just not think of me leaving next week as a good-bye, okay?” She grabbed his hand and yanked. They sprinted together to the edge of the rock, and as she leaped out into the air, she whispered under her breath, “I love you.”

Ryan surfaced with a splash, feeling oddly disoriented. He could have almost sworn he heard Emma say…

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