Page 33 of Bigfoot Boss
He gives me a questioning look. “I think we have enough. I should clean these and get dinner started.”
“Show me how?” I ask, watching his face as I stand. I pull off my bathing suit coverup and relish the way his eyes drink in my chest and soft stomach.
He lets me use his powerful arm for support as I gingerly step into the moving water with him. He shows me how to keep my balance in the rushing water, points out the path of the fish, shows me how to shape my hand, and how to strike into the water as quickly as possible.
I do not resist the urge to lean back and press my body into the shell of his, letting his chest make contact with my exposed skin.
He points to a shimmering fish and gives me an encouraging nudge. I twist, trying to keep my ass at a flattering angle to Sacha as I move in the fish’s path, only to immediately lose my footing on the slippery rocks.
I fall onto my butt in the shallow water.
Large hands circle my waist and effortlessly lift me, setting me back on my feet.
“Are you alright?” Sacha’s face is full of concern.
“Fine, fine,” I assure him, the only thing truly bruised is my dignity, “Just a little wet.”
His face breaks into a grin. “Maybe you should leave the fishing to me?”
“Excuse me! That was my first time!” I exclaim. “I only have the opportunity to improve from here. Were you this good at fishing the first time that you tried it?”
“Well, I didn’t fall on my ass…”
“You are an ass!” I announce, splashing a small amount of water in his direction.
“You are a beast!” He laughs, and I send another splash in his direction before he skirts his large arm across the surface of the water, creating a tidal wave that douses me. I screech and duck away, before running for the river bed with a laugh as he sends another large wave of water toward my back.
“Just try and get me on dry land!” I challenge, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Bay, do not run from me.” He growls, the noise sending a little shiver down my spine. “You do not want me to chase you.”
“I think I might.” I laugh.
His eyes darken, the threat in his voice holds an exciting promise that has me gasping before I turn and dart up the path we followed to the river.
He lets out a roar. The noise that echoes through the trees makes my heart beat faster and sends a thrilling pulse straight to my pussy.
I laugh, but run a little faster, leaping off the little dirt trail and into the tree line.
Behind me, large feet crash through the undergrowth.
I duck behind a tree, putting my back to the trunk. I’ve stopped for less than a breath when a strong arm circles me, pulling me sideways and pressing my back against a wide flat chest. He heaves me off the ground so that my feet dangleuselessly in the air. His arms splay over my front, spreading heat across my body, one arm crosses my waist as the other creeps up my chest. Tilting my head back and up so large fingers can wrap gently around my neck, my hands grasp his hairy forearm and heavy breath tickles my ear.
“Fuck. You really are a beast, aren’t you? Running away from me, like frightened little prey.” His voice is almost pained.
He presses his nose to my hair, sucking in a long, deep breath before his lips press a light kiss to my hot skin. Desire shoots through my limbs. I’m at his mercy like this, completely trapped by his grip. My body shivers with need.
“You can’t do that, my beast. I like seeing you run from me. I like it too much,” He mutters against my skin. His grip squeezes me against his body, pressing my ass into a thick, hard rod that proves just how much he likes it. “Running makes me see you as prey, and there are only two things I do with prey.”
“What’s that?”
“Eat it, or fuck it.”
His dark voice sends a pulse through my clit, and something like a whimper escapes my tightly pressed lips.
“That noise isn’t helping. Run from me again, and I might not be able to stop myself. Do you understand, my beast? You treat me like a man, but I’m a monster, with urges and dark desires that you might not understand, and I don’t know if I can control it.”
His thumb traces back and forth across the sensitive column of my throat. I feel my pulse racing under his hand. He’s terrifying, and strong, and wonderful.
