Page 62 of Best Part of Me

Rosie

Okay, it’s official. I’m living vicariously through you now!

I smile and take a picture of my view and send it to Rosie with the caption:Your girl is an outdoorsy bitch.

After a few minutes, Maverick hops up next to me on the boulder, leaning back on his palms. He looks even more exposed this way than when he’s naked. When he’s not dressed in the black jeans and black T-shirt, the black jacket, he’s fully stripped away from his comforts. His side profile is all sharp lines and masculinity.

“It might be a standoff between us and one other couple. Think we can take ’em?” He lifts his brows playfully.

I glance over my shoulder and see two people waist-deep in the hot spring. “Maybe we should just start stripping off our clothes, and they’ll hurry up and hightail their asses out of here.”

“Ha,” he scoffs, looking at me bug-eyed. “Have you seen yourself naked?”

Heat flicks across my cheeks. I try to dismiss what I know he intended as a compliment. “And how do you know they’re even attracted to women?”

“Doesn’t matter. Anyone would appreciate the view of your beautiful body.”

He leans over and goes in for what I assume is a peck. But it quickly deepens into something more. It’s sensual and backed by lust burning at the wick. I close my eyes and settle in for one of Maverick’s toe-curling kisses.

When he pulls back, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, I whisper, “You’re pretty good for the ego. Can I keep you?”

There’s a pause, maybe even a shift in the air, until he finally speaks and calms me in an instant. “Sunshine, you’ll always have me.”

We both know it’s complete bullshit. But here, tonight, underneath the glittering sky, it feels right to whisper sweet lies into the night.

It grows darker within minutes. This must be the other couple’s cue to leave because they finally climb out of the springs and wrap their towels around them before taking to the moonlit path.

“It’s about fucking time,” he says.

I slip my hand into his waiting palm, and he hauls me off the boulder.

We rush to the hot springs, my heart thundering like a jackhammer in my chest. We strip off our clothes quickly, like we’re a couple of high schoolers about to have sex and afraid we might get caught by our parents. When I’m down to my bikini, I step into the bubbling hot spring, and the heated water burns my feet. Maverick follows in behind me.

“I thought we were skinny-dipping?” he teases.

I lower myself into the water, and it laps at my chest when Maverick submerges himself.

“We are. I just need to warm up to the idea.”

“If you need help getting that bikini off, I’d be more than willing to give you a hand.”

“Now who’s the eager one?” I smirk.

“Pretty sure I wasn’t the one who denied being eager. I’m more than eager. I’m fucking impatient.”

With that, he reaches underneath the water, squeezing my hips and yanking me against him. I gasp, instantly aware of how impatient he is. He’s already rock-hard.

Flames lick at my body, my own desire for him too much to ignore. This bucket-list item wasn’t only about skinny-dipping. I’ve never had sex in a hot spring either. Two birds, one stone.

He lifts me, and I tether my legs around his waist, needing the feel of him against me. He crushes his mouth against mine, and his tongue sweeps out, my lips parting to welcome him inside. His tongue is as needy as the rest of him, seeking mine, playing tug-of-war once he finds it.

I inch up his body before sliding back down, rubbing against his cock. With only the thin fabric of swimsuits between us, the friction is intense. Maverick massages my butt, and each time I glide back down against his length, I crave more. His mouth swallows my whimpers until he almost finishes me like this.

But he leaves me discombobulated when he anchors me to him, forcing me to stop my writhing. “You about warm enough yet?” he asks.

“Wh-what?” I pant, shaking my head.

“You said you had to warm up to the idea of skinny-dipping.”

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