Page 11 of The Story We Wrote

Was it the tequila or did Boone ask if I’d ever been skinny dipping? I cocked my head to the side, taking in his masculine features. Boone was clearly feeling the liquor too. His hat was left back at the cabin which was fine with me because his hair was tousled perfectly. I had the urge to run my fingers through the thick strands of light brown. He stared back at me with his eyes glossy, reflecting the moonlight. That stupid grin was painted on his face as he reached behind his head and took off his black t-shirt.

Swallowing hard I answered, “No,” though, it came out more as a whisper.

“You asked me what the riskiest thing I did as a kid was. It had to be this. My parents were usually home for my parties, so there was always a chance of them coming out to shut us down. Who wants to be caught skinny dipping with a bunch of drunk idiots by your parents?” He had a point.

Boone toed off one boot then the other and tossed them to the side with his shirt. Watching as he undid his belt buckle,my body warmed and the same tingly feeling from the other day came back. Boone finally turned away from me, discarding the last article of clothing, which happened to be his underwear. He was a boxer guy, I liked that. I couldn’t complain when I got an uninterrupted view of his perfectly round ass. Boone’s hands covered his cock, cupping it as he moved towards the swimming hole.

Was I really going to do this? Was I going to follow Boone into the water, naked? I’d be taking all my clothes off with a man I barely knew. I had my answer. I would without hesitation.

Boone jumped in the water and went under. When he came back up, he swiped the hair backwards off his forehead.

It was now or never,I told myself. Before the little confidence I had went away, I removed my sandals from my feet and watched Boone float in one spot. Taking off my pants, I stepped out and tossed them in a pile next to his. I wore nothing but my hot pink thong and a halter top as I stared at Boone. I felt more powerful than before, which was ironic because I was wearing less.

With my body on display, I swore I saw his eyes darken despite the distance between us. Turning around, I removed the top and my bare breasts hit the air, sending a jolt of adrenaline through me. Glancing over my shoulder as I pulled down my thong, I caught Boone staring, only turning when we made eye contact. The bastard tried to pretend he wasn’t looking the entire time. I covered my breasts with my arm and jogged to the swimming hole.

Unlike Boone, I climbed in slowly, letting my body adjust to the water with each step. Boone turned back around to face me, and I instantly started laughing, “This is crazy!”

“Is it?” He asked, his head tilting slightly to the side like a puppy hearing his favorite word.

“For me, yes!” I said, wading through the water to put more space between us. “I don’t do things like this.” I was the “goodgirl.”

“Then why’d you get in?” Boone asked in an accusatory tone. It was a fair question. I didn’t retreat or come up with some excuse to not get in. I wanted to do it, so I did.

Shrugging my shoulders, I replied, “I think it was the tequila.” Boone let out a deep chuckle, his head falling back into the water. I laid back too, letting my body float.

“I bet this wasn’t what you had in mind for tonight. Swimming naked with your new neighbor,” Boone speculated.

“No, not at all. But, I can’t say I hate it.” Our bodies drifted closer, the space I had put between us nearly gone. I blamed it on the nonexistent current pushing my body towards his. As much as I thought I’d be a ball of anxiety tonight, I’d been proven wrong. I was at peace floating here with him.

I felt his fingers brush my hip, urging me to shift upright. Boone angled himself towards me, too, our bodies now vertical and inches apart. His hand found the small of my back, bringing me towards him. God, he felt so good against me. I ached for more. I craved to know what was running through his head.

On instinct, I put my arms around his neck. Boone slowly lowered his forehead, hesitating slightly before pressing it against mine. Our lips were centimeters apart, and I could feel his breath tickle my sensitive skin.What were we doing?was the question.Tequila, that was the answer.

Thinking back to the pep talk I gave myself in the mirror hours ago, I needed to take the risk and make the first move. I could blame everything on the wine and tequila pulsing through my system. This was my chance to be reckless and use the lowered inhibitions as a scapegoat.

I tilted my chin up towards Boone, the slightest shift caused our lips to brush. The faint touch caused an explosion offireworks between us. What could’ve been a symphony of soft kisses turned into sloppy kisses and animalistic need. I ran my hands into his hair, grasping at strands between my fingers. He felt good pressed against my lips and he tasted even better.

The moment was infused with passion. Wrapping my legs around his torso, I pulled us closer. My bare chest was pressed to his; the friction against my nipples created a new point of pleasure. Boone swam us towards the edge of the swimming hole and my back slammed against the rock, breaking up the moment.

“Fuck, sorry,” he muttered, panting against my lips.

“Don’t worry, I can take it,” I whispered back.

Boone pupils dilated and he wasted no time coming back to me. My core throbbed as arousal rushed through my body. I never experiencedwantlike this.

Our tongues mixed together, hot and sloppy as we moved against each other. A moan escaped my lips, I could feel Boone’s hard erection pressing against my front. I’d never wanted someone as much as I wanted him. I was a goner. All the self control I had dissipated. Sitting up higher, I placed both my hands on his face and gently bit down on his bottom lip, pulling away slightly.

The swimming hole was my protector. In here I didn’t have expectations to maintain, I could be raw and real. What went on tonight, stayed here. If I stepped foot out of this space, I was afraid I would wake up from this dream.

My breathing turned to heaving and the kisses lost their form. I was desperate for him in ways I’d never been before.

Boone pulled away unexpectedly, and I groaned in protest. “We can’t,” he confessed, pushing away from me.

Embarrassment flooded in, but the desire didn’t go away.

Now on his feet, Boone towered over me, solid man and muscle. He ran his hand down his face, stopping to cover his mouth and mustache when he muttered, “Dammit, Aspen.”

I pushed Boone’s chest slightly to create more space between us. I needed him to get away from me.

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