Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
After my socks come off, I step to the edge. “How cold is it?”
“It feels great.”
It only takes one step in the water to know she’s lying. “Damn, it’s cold. How are you out there and not shivering?” I keep wading out until my ass is under, then keep going.
“I was, but I wanted you to suffer with me.”
“Gee, thanks, Pris. I owe you one.”
She laughs and dips under again. When she comes back up, she says, “Just get in. It’s not so bad once you’re in the sun.”
When the sun hits my face, maybe it’s all in my head, but I appreciate the heat and try to soak it in. Reaching the same depth as her, I can still stand with my shoulders above the water. I dip under, though, because I have a big-as-fuck ego and feel the need to prove that I can at least match her in this arctic-temp water.
When I come up, I catch her bottom lip shiver and notice goose bumps covering the tops of her arms. “Come here. I’ll warm you up.”
She swims into my arms and, at first, tucks her head over my shoulder with her body pressed to mine. I rub the soft skin of her back and hold her in my arms. She’s smaller with me wrapped around her, her elbows a little bony, but as I slide my hands lower and over the curve from her waist to her hips under the water, I nuzzle my nose along the shell of her ear, and whisper, “Better?”
Nodding, she dips her head back and then leans far enough to look into my eyes with her arms around my neck. Her gaze trails to my mouth before her eyes close, and she kisses me.
I wanted this just like she did, but having her take the lead is such a fucking turn-on. I take hold of the back of her head with one hand and keep her middle pressed to mine as I deepen the kiss.
Her lips are as soft as they looked in the truck last night. And the way they’re embracing mine has me holding her as close as I can and memorizing the feel of her tongue to remember later. The grind of her hips has me craving more, so much more that I grab her by the ass, desperate to seek relief from the sweet torture.
That’s when I realize the lines are too blurred to read anymore, and Pris Greene tastes too good not to kiss her like she should be.
So I do.
CHAPTER 10
Tagger
There’s no hiding my growing desire for her, even in frigid water.
Pris wraps her legs around me and lifts, rubbing herself against my erection. She feels so good, too good to be fucking her in a river. But I also know that once we get out, things will never be the same between us. I’m not sure how to feel about it.
I like her company.
I like looking at that pretty face of hers.
I like her.
I’m so fucked.
She pulls back and licks her glistening lips. Her chest swells with heavy breaths, the weight of them matching mine. Her eyes soften as her gaze drops back to my lips. “It was better than I ever imagined.”
Those words, her soft blue eyes watching me with trust encircling the gold centers. It’s like she’s set off a reminder in my brain.
It’s a compliment, nothing but an innocent remark . . .
The idealism rattles me back to reality. But it strikes a familiar chord that I don’t want to revisit. I’ve been someone’s fantasy of what they thought they wanted in life, only to turn me into a project that needed fixing. I won’t be that guy again. Not for anyone.
“We should probably dry off before the sun heads below the trees.” Looking back at where we left our clothes, I see the horses have gone. “Guess it would have been wise to tie them up.” I release her and move back through the water in slow strides.
“They’re used to roaming. They’ll be up at the barn before we get there, ready to have their saddles taken off.” As the water between us grows, she asks, “Why are you sneaking away?”
“I’m not sneaking,” I reply, struggling to keep the defense out of my tone. “I’m right here.” I shake my head. “I just think we should go.”
“Because I kissed you?”
“No, because I kissed you.” I turn around and paddle my hands through the shallower waters until I’m standing on the flat boulder again.
I hear the water rustle behind me as she works her way out, but I’m already drying off with my T-shirt before she’s standing behind me. “What’s wrong with kissing me?” I couldn’t hide my defensiveness, and neither can she.
When I glance over my shoulder, she’s shivering with her arms wrapped around her chest. Hard bud nipples push against the cotton, which is already see-through from being wet. I look down at her entire body because I’m an asshole, even if I pretended I wasn’t this week. The pink of her panties is smooth against her pussy, revealing more than she’s probably aware. I meet her gaze again, where I’m met with a tinge of anger she’s not bothering to hide. “Nothing, that’s the problem.” I turn around and grab my jeans because I can’t be showing up at the house with her daddy sitting there with a rifle at his side seeing us both soaking wet and basically naked together.