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He considered everything and started grinning. “Just so happens I do.”
“Really?”
Ha. He’d surprised her. “I need to get up from here first.”
She scrambled off him and stood, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. As soon as he reached his feet, he swung her up in his arms.
She made a squeak. “Where the hell are you going? We don’t have a bedroom.”
Striding across the muddy strip, he walked straight into the water.
“Whoa, that’s cold,” she yelped.
He was laughing so hard that he waited for a breath to speak. By then, he was in the water up to his chest with her tucked against him. “You’re warmer now, aren’t you?”
Chuckling, she said, “I am now, but that first dip took my breath away.”
Pulling her around to let her body hang in the water in front of his, he said, “You take my breath away. I feel like that shy kid in school who had a massive crush on the sweetest girl there.”
She’d been holding onto his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him. He answered her invitation with a soft brush of his mouth, then kissed her sincerely for a long time. No light made it to this part of the river, but it was as if they’d known each other their whole lives. He knew her body, and she knew his.
There would never be another for him.
He moved his fingers to her waist and slowly massaged his way up to her breasts. She had the perfect handful and pert nipples begging for attention. With her suspended in the water, he had easy access to both.
Rubbing his thumbs under the plump weight, he moved up to roll her nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
She dropped her head back and moaned. “I had been lying there thinking not to wake you and take care of myself.”
His hands stilled. “Show me.”
She moved a hand from his shoulder. He slid his hands down to cup her waist.
Sliding her hand down his chest, she played with his nipple again, then moved farther down to where his dick had recovered from the cold dip. She ran her fingers over the head and stroked him twice.
He growled at her, and she laughed, then her hand disappeared. He felt her arm moving. Then she made a needy sound and arched back.
Stupid idea on his part.
He’d ached even more to drive into her. Still holding her with one hand around her waist, he pulled her hand away from her folds. He caught her fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them.
She slapped her hand on his shoulder again and complained in a teasing voice, “Back to me. I need to feel you.”
Releasing her fingers, he returned to where she’d left off and stroked her folds slowly.
She begged, “More.”
He changed the tempo and worked her into a slick heat, then plunged his finger inside. She rode his hand, and he brushed his thumb over her sweet spot, pushing her closer to climax. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he loved it, moving his finger inside her faster until he paused and stroked her nub.
“Corbin!” She clutched him to her as he kept her on that high until the last second, then she slumped against him. Her legs hung loose.
He cupped her bottom, pulling her to him and slowly rocking her back and forth in the gentle water.
She caught her breath and lifted her head, kissing his neck, his chin, then his lips. His tongue poked at hers, and she loved on his.
When they broke apart, she sounded dazed. “I thought I could give you time, but I can’t.”
What the hell was wrong? He stayed silent and waited.
