nearly surrendered to desire.
His body strained, and the corded strength of his muscles flexed under my hands. I shouldn’t have doubted him—it was adrenaline that surged through him when he seized me. Testosterone too. Something raw and animalistic that strengthened his grip and hardened his cock.
I melted into his arms. This game, the hunt, excited me too much.
But hadn’t I liked it? Hadn’t I been teasing and flirting and praying for this one moment when he’d capture me with no escape from his smile or touch or the fuzzy feelings that so dizzied my head?
He nipped, playful and hungry. He didn’t need to hold me. His charming grin ensnared me more than his arms.
What was I doing? Every minute I spent with him, every kiss I allowed, only encouraged him and his ridiculous plan. Making me fall in love with him in three dates? It was crazy. It was foolish.
And, if I wasn’t careful…it’d be working.
But maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing?
The water rushed little deeper where we stood. My toes couldn’t graze the bottom, but Lachlan held me firm. I teased him with a flick of my tongue and pulled away from the kiss despite the ache for more of his touch, his words, his skilled lips. My daring smirk intrigued him. I slipped free of his arms, but I didn’t swim away.
I dipped below the surface and caressed the strong muscles of his legs. My fingertips nearly crashed him into the water.
If he liked that…
I reached for him, gripping a cock so thick and hard it was no wonder he was a slow swimmer. I wrapped my hand over the shaft and floated closer.
Even beneath the ripples, I heard his grateful profanity as I took his cock into my mouth. The water made it difficult, but nothing was would stop me from touching this man, teasing him with my tongue, drawing my lips along that hulking shaft.
What was it about him that made me do the craziest things?
The river’s touch was as gentle as mine. I teased him, using the warmth of my mouth and the chill of the water to harden him more. I surfaced after a minute and was rewarded by his deep-throated growl.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” His cock flexed hard in my hand.
“My secret.”
The real secret was that I didn’t know what I was doing, I only longed to hear his sultry groan every time the water struck him or a tug of his cock delighted him.
I’d never wanted to pleasure anyone else as much as I needed to please him. I longed to hear his gasp. To watch his body tremble. To feel how hard my touch made that amazingly thick cock.
My insides clenched. Too much. Too desperate. I’d twist and drown in my own desire if I didn’t have him again.
I dove under the river, taking him in my mouth for as long as I could with a single gasp of air. Lachlan called my name and leaned into my mouth. A couple of tugs primed him. He tensed, groaned, and bucked his hips through the water.
This was it. I’d make him come.
If only because I remember one of Lachlan’s talents from Vegas with perfect clarity.
His endurance.
His was a skill other men envied. I’d thought his cock was made from stone. His desire never wavered. For three days, Lachlan had fucked me until we both crashed in exhaustion, and even then his fingers and lips and tongue delighted my spent body.
With any luck, he’d do it again.
I jerked him as my lips sealed around his shaft. I pumped once, twice, but he pulled away.
Lachlan pulled me to the surface, and my back slammed against his thick chest. I whimpered, unable to touch the bottom of the river. Didn’t matter. He held me by the hips and across my breasts. His whisper hazed my thoughts to everything but the pulsing, shivering, demanding beat of my core.
“Not so slippery now, are you?” He kissed my neck, latching on with a gentle nip.
“Thought you liked that.”
“Oh, I do…but I much rather make you sticky.”
“Not if I get you first.”
I twisted, trying to reach for his cock. He dodged my touch, forcing me still with a bite to my ear. It worked. I went stiff with a whimper.
“Aren’t you naughty?” Lachlan whispered. “What happened to our leisurely, relaxing ride down the river?” He breathed against the hollow of my throat, casting goosebumps over my shoulders and the tops of my arms. The water