Without warning, the pressure disappeared, replaced by chilly air. Her breasts were hot, achy, and desperate for his mouth. She opened her lips to plead for him to suck on them, but icy lake water splashed over her skin, shocking her already taut nipples into pebbles of pleasure.
“I love seeing your nipples so fucking tight and hard,” he rasped as he squeezed them again between strong fingers.
Her eyes snapped shut. Lights danced behind her lids. Liquid heat engulfed her.
“I need you inside me.” She barely recognized her own voice in that whimpering, husky plea.
“It’s not safe,” he repeated.
His words cut through some of her lusty haze. She didn’t understand his hesitation. She knew he wanted her. The proof was in his groans, in the thunderstorm swirling in his gray-blue eyes, and in the searing, rigid heat straining against her fingers.
“The water isn’t that cold, and it’s almost dark. No one will see us.” She gave his lower lip a hard bite. His hips thrust forward, seeming to operate on a different agenda than the one he was vocalizing. Maybe he was concerned about them spending too much time in the cold lake under the quicklydarkening sky. “We can be quick here and then take our time back at the cabin.”
“I’m not worried about the cold. I don’t have a condom with me.”
Now she understood.
“Oh. That kind of safe.”
“Yes, that kind of safe.” He smiled. “Unfortunately, my military training didn’t cover carrying condoms in the event of spontaneous water sex.”
A full laugh erupted from her stomach, and she had to tread water faster to stay afloat. The cool water circulating around her body did nothing to slake the fire raging within her.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested, so I’m all good there, and I’m on the pill,” she offered.
He closed the space that had opened between them, pushing them backward until the bristly rope of the buoy line pressed into her back. He ran a wet, water-wrinkled fingertip down the side of her face.
“Same here. About the testing. Not the pill.”
She laughed and settled one hand on his shoulder, relishing the feel of his cool, lean muscles under her hand. She slid her other hand over the hard lines of his abs and under the edge of his waistband, curling lazy circles in the patch of short, coarse hair that led to his cock. She nibbled his jawline, tasting the crisp, earthy freshness of the spring-fed lake. It had just a hint of brine. Her core was clenching and desperate to feel him inside her. She nipped his ear, and strong fingers clenched her ass, pulling her tight against his long, hard cock.
“I’m game if you are,” she said.
His answer was to remove his bathing suit and affix it to the rope with the waistband tie. His movements were effortlessly efficient, even with her hanging on him. She rubbed her hands over his wonderfully chiseled chest and licked tangy lake waterfrom his neck and shoulders while he worked. Once he’d secured his swim trunks to the line, he backed her up to the rope once again, his eyes regaining their sexy glint. Firm fingers gripped her wrists, pushing them into the scratchy rope.
“Turn around.”
The seductive command made her thighs tingle.
“Put your arms over the rope and don’t let go.”
Normally, she didn’t like being ordered around. She’d had way too much of that when she’d been sick, but his commands were like a siren’s call. Impossible to ignore and sexy as hell.
She slid her arms over the bristly rope and closed her fingers tightly around it. Her breasts and stomach tingled with anticipation. She could sense him behind her, but she knew he didn’t want her to turn and look. Knew he liked the idea of her waiting for him to touch her.
“Close your eyes.”
His tone was one of bone-melting promise.
Calloused fingers brushed her thighs. Strings tightened then loosened, first at her back, then at her hips. Her swimsuit fell away. Cold water flowed freely over her exposed rear and the apex of her thighs. She was naked.
Completely bare.
Then emptiness was replaced with Aleksei. He was everywhere at once. Biting her back. Stroking her ass. Bending her neck backward to possess her mouth with his insatiable, exploring tongue. Fingertips alternating between gently squeezing her breasts and tugging firmly on diamond-hard nipples.
It felt like he was a part of her. A piece she had been missing her entire life.
He was seeing her as she was. Completely bare except for the bathing suit cap she needed to wear to keep her wig in place. She had a strong body but was far from model-perfect. She wastwenty-seven years old and shockingly short on life experience. Yet he was consuming her like a starving man at a feast—as if she were irresistible, as if her body enflamed him to unbridled passion, as if he thought she was perfect.