Page 68 of Wanting Wentworth

A shadow flickers across the glass but I don’t wait for her to make an appearance. Instead, I follow my morning routine to the letter and finish getting naked before I dive off the end of the dock and into the water.

Swimming out to the middle of the lake, I flip around to swim my way back to find her sitting on the edge of the dock, next to my pile of discarded clothes, bare feet dangling over the water.

Making my way back to her, I stop a few yards away and tread water.

“What are you doing?” She asks with a nervous sort of frown that tells me she instantly regrets it.

“Same thing I do every morning,” I say, aiming a smirk in her direction.

“You take off all your clothes and jump into the lake every morning?” She sounds skeptical and I can’t blame her.

“Yup… something I read not too long ago gave me the idea.” Swimming closer to the dock, I reach up to wrap a hand around her ankle and give it a tug. “Come on, Sunshine—lets work on that list.”

“It’s seven-thirty in the morning.” Reaching down, she slaps my hand away and I let go of her with a laugh.

“So?’ Pushing myself away from the dock, I swim a few strokes before I turn back around. “Who’s gonna see? I’ve been stuck on this mountain for the last two weeks and the only living thing I’ve seen up here besides you and my brother is a stray dog.” That’s not true. I saw her fiancé up here but since I’m actively pretending he doesn’t exist, I don’t mention him.

“Stray dog?” She sits up a little straighter and looks out across the lake. “You think you saw a stray dog up here?”

Lifting a hand, I push my wet hair off my forehead. “I know I saw a stray dog up here because I’ve been feeding it.”

“You’ve been feeding a stray dog…” A look moves across her face—have concern, half amusement. “What does it look like?”

“I dunno.” Still treading water, I wonder just how much she can actually see of me below the waterline. “Like a big grayish dog. Maybe a husky or a—”

“That’s not a dog, Went.” Leaning into the empty space between us she shakes her head. “That’s an American Gray wolf. You’ve been feeding a wild animal, that all things considered, would probably rather eat you than leftovers.”

“Oh…” Disappointed, I sigh. “That’s sucks. I always wanted a dog.” Putting it out of my mind, I give her a heavy sigh. “I can’t keep treading water all day. Are we going to cross skinny-dipping off your list, or not?”

“I—” Frowning down at me, she shakes her head. “Can we start with something else?” she asks before nervously licking her lips. “Something that doesn’t require full nudity, straight out the gate?”

I laugh. Can’t help it. “Whatever you want, Sunshine.” Swimming to the side of the dock, I reach up to grab the wooden ladder. “Better close your eyes if you don’t want to see me all the way naked,” I say, a split second before I start to haul myself out of the water. Climbing the ladder, I crest the edge of the dock to find her looking right at me.

Fuck.

Stopping, still hidden by the dock from the waist down, I clear my throat. “Fair warning—I’m hard enough to hammer nails right now.” Letting my gaze drop to her mouth for a moment, I shake my head when she opens her mouth. “And before you ask, it is definitely not morning wood.”

For a second all we do is stare at each other.

“Went…” She whispers my name before running the tip of her tongue along the swell of her lower lip like she’s chasing the taste of it. “I—”

“Anything,” I remind her, hands gripped round the top rung of the ladder in an effort to keep from launching myself at her. “Anything you want—all you have to do is say it out loud and it’s yours.”

Her mouth opens again, lips parted to say whatever she’s thinking out loud but she suddenly loses her nerve. Instead of telling me what she wants, she shakes her head, a frown crumpling her forehead. “What do you want?”

“Don’t ask me that, Sunshine.” I shake my head on a laugh. “Not right now.”

“Well, that’s what I want.” She gives me a dismissingly bratty shrug that makes my cock ache. “You said anything and that’s what I’m asking for. I want to know what—”

“You,” I tell her bluntly. “I want you. I want to get you naked, lay you out on this dock, and eat your pussy until my face is covered in your cum and you can’t remember your own fucking name.” Even though I know I’ve already said too much, taken it too far and probably fucked up any chance I have of ever seeing her again—much less touching her—I keep talking. “After you’ve come in my mouth about a dozen times, I want to lay flat on my back and watch you ride my cock. I want to look up and watch that pretty pink pussy of yours take every hard inch I give you. See the sunlight in your hair while you come all over me, screaming my name so fucking loud, everyone in this goddamn valley will know who’s fucking you… and then when you leave, I want to draw every second of it so I’ll never forget what you looked like the first time you came for me.”

Eyes wide, face pale, chest heaving slightly like she can’t catch her breath, Kaitlyn shakes her head on a nervous laugh. “You have no idea if my pussy is pretty.” When she says the word pussy, she blushes and it takes everything I have not to lunge at her, right here and now. “Or pink.”

“I’d bet my life that your pussy is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” I tell her in a solemn tone. “Even if it’s green.”

This time when she laughs, the sound of it is genuine. Relieved that I’ve decided to make a joke out of it. Looking away from me she sighs. “It’s getting late.” Starting to push herself on to her feet, Kaitlyn aims a frown at the lake. “I should probably—”

Okay—we’re going to pretend I didn’t just tell her in excruciatingly filthy detail, exactly how I want to fuck her.

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