Page 58 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell

His hand skimmed farther up, encircling her ankle with his big hand.

Before she realized what he was about, she found herself pulled under. She thrashed back to the surface and came up sputtering.

She wiped the water out of her eyes and glared. “You are a jerk!”

He grinned, droplets glistening in his beard. “Come on, it was kind of funny.”

“For you maybe. Now I’ve got super wet hair, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it is like eight degrees outside.”

“Want me to wrap my shirt around your head like a turban to dry it, princess?”

Gracie’s eyes narrowed, and before he could duck, she splashed him in his face. “Take your princess and shove it!”

He wiped at his face, laughing, and when he met her gaze again, she saw the wicked twinkle in his eye. “It’s on.”

“No it’s not!” she squealed, trying to scramble away, but he pulled her back into the water and tugged her against him.

His arms locked around her like steel bands, and when she started to scream, she found her voice muffled against his chest.

“Shh, you don’t want to get caught, do you?”

She shook her head back and forth, and he eased up his grip.

“Good girl,” he said.

For that, she leaned over and bit his chest.

“Ow!”

“I am conceding for now, because sounding the alarm would bring about our mutual destruction. Doesn’t mean I won’t be seeking my revenge on you at a later time.”

He’d released her long enough to rub his chest. “I figured taking a chunk of pectoral muscle with your teeth was revenge enough.”

“Dude, it is going to take at least a month to get this smell out of my hair. You have not begun to feel my wrath.”

He gazed down at her, clear amusement on his face. “Wow. Yeah, no that right there was really terrifying.”

“Shut up.”

Suddenly, he was inches away, his lips taunting her with their proximity. “You know what the best way to shut me up is?”

“Drown you?”

“Kiss me.”

His words were like a caress across her skin, and she sucked in her breath at the sensations they aroused. There was nobody watching, no one to titillate or shock. It was a clear violation of everything she’d lined out for what their relationship would be.

And yet, she found herself leaning in, her eyes fluttering closed…

He must have been moving too, because his mouth crashed over hers, searing her lips like a brand. Gracie moaned and slid her hand over his shoulders to the back of his neck. The hair on his head was growing out, and the hairs tickled her palms as his tongue caressed hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, a dull ache forming as her sensitive flesh met his warm skin beneath the water.

His hands tangled in her wet hair, pulling her head back and breaking their kiss. When his mouth trailed along the arched column of her neck, she dug her nails into his skin. He growled against her collarbone, and the sound vibrated all the way through her, turning the ache into a throb that left her whimpering with need.

God, how long had she fantasized about this? How many different ways and places had she imagined giving herself over to Eric?

His lips covered her hard nipple, and like everything else Eric did, there was no finesse. No teasing or playful nips and licks. Just raw, animal hunger.

He devoured her roughly, moving to the other breast and removing one of his hands from her hair to massage the neglected mound. She wiggled against him, wanting him inside her, fucking her, and giving her release, but she couldn’t form the words.

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