Page 46 of Wild for You
“Kick your legs,” I remind her as I watch her swim away. It’s getting too dark to see her in the distance, and I start to worry.
As I’m about to take off to go after her, I feel her arms wrap around my waist as she presses her face against my back. “Thank you,” is all she says.
“For what?” I spin around to face her, pulling her flat against me so I can feel every curve of her soft body against my skin.
“For being patient with me. For teaching me something I should’ve been taught a long time ago. For giving me a better memory to replace the old one with.”
I lift her chin and meet her eyes. “Can you tell me about the old memory, Gwen?” I push her hair behind her ear and whisper into her neck. She’s in my arms now, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist, and I don’t even know how we got like this. It’s like she is supposed to be in my arms. It’s so natural for us.
“I think it’s your turn, Jack. Truth or dare,” she says breathlessly.
Even though my heart aches because she dodged my question, I don’t pry. I want her to open herself to me when she’s ready, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun tonight. “Dare.”
“I dare you to take off your shorts.”
I lift my eyebrow and loop my fingers underneath the hem of my shorts, slowly sliding them down before I flip them onto my shoulder. The cool water sends a rush over my exposed cock, and I’m so hard. I want to reach up and tug that bikini top off her and take one of her sweet pink nipples in my mouth, but I resist. Instead, I pull her closer to me so she can feel my hardened length against her skin. Her breathing hitches, and when she reaches for me, I pull away before she can touch me.
“Wha—what are you doing?”
Laughing, I swim toward the shore. “You said to take off my shorts. You didn’t say I had to let you touch me.” I grin as I swim away, and she chases after me, grunting in frustration.
But you know what? She swam the whole way.
I guess she just needed the right motivation. I smile and pull on my sopping wet shorts, struggling to pull them over my bare ass before Gwen reaches me.
“You’re no fun! Why are you being such a tease?” Her annoyed voice is suddenly loud and clear.
“Why are you so cagey?” I challenge back.
She doesn’t answer me; instead, she wrings out her hair and stomps back up to the campsite to sit by the fire.
“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that.” I reach out and pinch the peak of her nipple through her bikini, and she squeals at my touch.
“Are you enjoying giving me a lady-boner and matching blue balls to go with it?” she snaps as she scoots away from me.
“Actually, I am. It’s so refreshing to see you in your natural feral state.”
She hisses in response, and this time, I’m the one laughing. Fuck, she’s so cute, and she doesn’t even know it. I’ll be damned if I tell her, though, because I know she’d shut it all down the moment she thought she was perceived as weak.
No, I think I’ll keep this thought to myself.
“Truth or dare?” I ask.
“You’re not going to give it up until I say the truth are you?”
I pretend to look at my invisible watch. “Baby, I’ve got all night.”
“Fine, truth.”
“Is it true that you’re happy?”
“What kind of question is that?” She laughs. “Let’s see … am I happy right now? Well, no, because I’m all worked up, and I need the real thing.” Her eyes glare at my crotch. “And you’re being a prude and holding out on me.” She picks at her fingernails, “I really thought we had something in the janitor’s closet, some real sexual chemistry.”
I stalk toward her, bending down so our lips are so close I can feel the warmth radiating from her skin. “You know that’s not what I mean.” I run my finger over her plump bottom lip and let my hand drift to her nape, where I brush my thumb over her slender neck. Holding her like this sends a wave of testosterone through my veins, and my eyes dilate with carnal need.
“Then what do you want me to say?” she whispers.
“I want you to tell me if you’re happy or not, so I don’t fuck things up.”
