Page 19 of Fated to the Grizzly

I grin. And I remember that I still need to get clean.

He follows my gaze to the waterfall. “There’s a natural soap in the dish there. You can use it to wash up if you need to.”

“Oh—” I wade over to it, locate the dish, and an olive-green bar of soap. Orion reaches over and presses a button, and the flow of water starts up again.

I lather up my hands and get to work.

And Orion watches me.

I feel like I’m in a dream. I’m naked, in front of a naked man, with a hard on, who’s unashamedly watching me wash myself.

But somehow, it feels right.

The waterfall pounds all around me, stopping me from feeling so awkward as I lather up my hands and wash my upper body. Then I wash my face; then I rub the bar all over my head and wash my hair thoroughly.

Now, I need to wash my lower half, too. I can’t put it off any longer. I climb up on the steps at the side of the waterfall so the water only comes up to my knees, and I wash my legs. The band aids are staying on well—they must be waterproof. I go higher and higher, then finally I slide my hand between my thighs and soap up my pussy.

A groan breaks from Orion’s throat.

My head jerks up. He’s staring at me harder than ever, his massive chest rising and falling.

Oh, god.

I might be a virgin. Never been kissed, never been touched.

But this is the night of my wildest dreams and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

Under his hot gaze, I work my hand between my legs, letting him see everything. I’ve never grown a lot of hair down there, and I know my pussy lips are exposed. When I spread them a little with my fingers, he lets out another groan—ragged, helpless sounding. He’s such a big, strong man, but right now, he’s under my power. And it feels incredible.

Hardly knowing what I’m doing, my other hand lifts up and I cup one of my breasts, tweaking the aching nipple.

I’m so wet. A sigh escapes my lips.

Shit, am I really masturbating in front of him now?

Suddenly embarrassed, I step back into the water flow and rinse off.

I hardly dare open my eyes again.

But when I do, he’s taken a step closer.

“Let me kiss you,” he growls.

“Please,” I manage to say.

And I’m in his arms. Pressed tight against his body. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms loop around his neck.

For a long time, he holds me like that, gazing deep into my eyes. Searchingly, like he’s trying to understand something about me.

Then he presses his lips to mine.

Oh, they’re so soft.

I swear I almost pass out.

He’s real gentle at first, and it makes my heart lift how he’s being so tender with me.

Then he angles his jaw and pushes my lips apart. I feel the touch of his tongue against my own, slick and velvety. He slides it in, and I open my mouth more, wanting it. Wanting all of him inside me.

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