Page 68 of Johnathan

“Well, when I fish it, we’ll make sure you’re back far enough to feel safe. I thought maybe you’d want to fish too, but you could bring a book down or something.”

“I’m sure I’ll figure out a way to pass the time. Right now I’m thinking I might just watch you work your rod. That sounds like a good choice. Maybe I’ll even learn a thing or two by watching.”

“You want to watch me work my rod?”

“Yes,” she whispered, suddenly unable to ignore how turned on she was. “Are you hungry?”

He looked down at her, a smirk painted on his lips. “Starving. But there’s really only one thing I want to eat right now.”

“Oh, really? Did you pack it in the groceries you brought?”

“No.”

“Can we order it in?”

“No, baby. What I want to eat is standing right here in front of me, looking fucking delectable.”

“Oh,” she giggled, her cheeks no longer feeling cold . “Maybe we should head back to the cabin. I’m feeling a little hungry myself. Should we race back?”

She didn’t wait for him to reply, spinning on her heels and taking off for the cabin. She was only twenty feet away from the back porch when she felt strong arms wrap about her, pulling her feet up off the ground.

“John!” She squealed as he tossed her over his shoulder, patting her ass with his rough hand.

“Looks like I’ve caught my dinner. What a lucky man I am.”

Once inside, Abby wiggled and protested.

“You have to let me down!”

John set her firmly on the floor. “Just give me one minute, then come into the bedroom.”

Before he could respond, she was in the bedroom, ripping through her overnight bag. She’d packed her new red lingerie at the bottom of her bag, hoping she’d be able to wear it for John that weekend. Where the hell was it?

The silk fabric finally caught on her finger and she grabbed it, running into the bathroom. The space really was gorgeous, and she fully planned on taking advantage of that tub multiple times over the next few days.

The fabric slipped over her skin like ice. Her nipples were taut, anticipation coiling in her belly like a spring ready to release all its stored potential energy. The lace of the cups on the barely-there outfit showed off the dusty rose color of her nipples,and she made sure to tie the bow a little tighter than usual for extra support. Abby let her hair fall around her shoulders, raked her teeth over her lips for a little rush of color and then stepped out of the bathroom.

“Oh, fuck.” John groaned, palming his very visible erection through his jeans. “Jesus, Abby. You look so fucking delicious.”

He closed the distance between them, his warm hand cupping her breast as his thumb swirled her hard and aching nipple. She moaned as he captured her mouth with his. Her fingers worked the button on his jeans, knowing just a few layers of clothes separated her from the promise of relief for the pressure building within her.

John’s tongue danced with hers, until he pulled away from the kiss. She was about to complain when his teeth raked across the sensitive flesh on her collarbone.

Her breath hitched. Time felt like it was standing still as she watched him undress in front of her. The muscles on his chest rippled as he pulled his shirt over his head.

She didn’t want him to stop. In fact, her mouth was salivating at the thought of finally seeing him fully naked. His tattoos caught her eye like they always did and she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and tracing their intricate designs.

“You’re making my mind do very naughty things, touching me like that.”

“Oh, really?” She smiled coyly, tracing one particularly beautiful branch of the giant tree he had tattooed on his side across his hip and down into the waistband of his jeans.

His hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand from going any lower. She was shocked for a moment, until he brought her hand to his mouth and began kissing each one of her fingers.

“I want the first touch tonight, baby. The first taste. Once I have those, then you can have your fill of me.” He pulled at thehem of her lingerie. “The first look too, Abby. I want you to get naked for me.”

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He made quick work of exposing her body, and the flames of his desire licked at her skin as his eyes roamed over her.

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