Page 40 of Everything I Crave

“What? You have nothing to say now?” I ask, slowly walking into the pond, swaying my hips.

Before I know it, Gunnar is lifting me in the air and carrying me back into the water. He slides me down his body, letting me feel every one of his hard muscles as I go.

“Goddamn. You look stunning.” His hands roam over my body while still holding me tight to his.

“If I knew this was all it took I would have walked around like this a lot sooner.”

“Mm. This is all you’ll be walking around in from now on if I get a say.” He trails kisses down my neck. His hands grab my hips and he pulls me flush against his abs so I can wrap my legs around his waist. The appreciation he has for my lingerie is well and truly evident. It’s empowering really toknow the effect I have on him is the same as the effect he has on me.

I lean my head backwards, floating on the surface of the water, relishing the feel of his hands and lips on my heated skin. The water is doing nothing to cool me down. He trails his kisses up my exposed neck, his hands exploring my body under the water.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers into dusk.

“It’s about time you appreciate what’s been in front of you.” I moan as he nips at my neck.

I sit up, letting myself have my own exploration of his body. His boxer briefs aren’t leaving much to my imagination. I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach. I wrap my legs around his waist, and reach down to push his boxers out of the way before he stops me with his own hands back on my body.

One of his hands slides down my stomach, stopping just before my panties. He slips a hand into my hair, pulling gently before moving my face to his where he finally takes my lips with his. I grind myself into his erection, fighting to get friction that I’m desperate for.

“I need to see you, feel you, all of you. And I can’t do that here.” He starts to walk out of the water with me still wrapped around him, and goes right to the flat rock by our picnic.

I’m sitting with my legs still around his waist when he untangles from me and backs away.

He bites his knuckle, taking in the view of my body in its entirety. “Damn, I got lucky. Don’t move.”

He walks backward toward our stuff and begins to pack up.

“Hey! Is that Mack’s cheesecake?” I start to get up when I see the tell-tale packaging.

“I said don’t move.” He stares at me, holding the cheesecake in his hand.

“And I want cheesecake.” I cross my arms, knowing it’s pushing my boobs up and together. I have good cleavage and I'll use it to my advantage.

“Don’t move and I might let you have some. Later.” He bends over to finish packing our stuff.

I sprint from the rock to where the cheesecake is sitting unattended. I snatch up the to-go container and run off, laughing.

Pounding footsteps sound behind me as Gunnar catches up to me, pulling me against him, and holding me. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “I said don’t move, darling.”

He carries me back to the rock he had placed me on prior.

“You want some, now?” he asks, holding the cheesecake up.

“Yes, please,” I whisper.

He sticks the fork into the cheesecake, giving me one bite, then kissing me. “Mmm, that is the best cheesecake I’ve ever tasted.”

He walks away, leaving me with my dessert while he packs up the rest of the items, including my clothes.

“Hey! I need those.” I get up, trying to get the backpack he’s already slung over his shoulders.

“Sorry. You chose cheesecake. Let’s go.” He pulls my hand and starts walking down the trail.

I get my hand out from his, and stop. “I am absolutely not walking out looking like this!”

He sighs, and picks me up again, carrying me back to the car with my lace clad ass over his shoulder.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, caveman! And you made me drop my cheesecake.”

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