“Maybe.” Her teeth clank together like she’s hypothermic. I could warm her up. The rogue thought makes me suddenly very concerned about her body temperature.
“Oh, goodness,” she inhales sharply, heading in deeper.
“On the bright side. This lake’s far too cold for most animals. So, it’s just you and me,” I say, turning and feasting on the stunning beauty backlit by the celestial light of the night sky.
“Oh,” she exclaims, lurching forward to cover her breasts with water, encountering a dropoff I meant to warn her about. Her head bobs beneath the water.
Swiftly crossing the distance between us, I lift her back up, holding her by her upper arms and laughing. “You do know how to swim, right?”
“Of course,” she says, sputtering and gasping as her body relaxes in the water, and I let go. “I wasn’t expecting that hole, though. Oh, my hair.” She worries her thick bottom lip.
“Sorry. Should’ve warned you better. Come over here by me. It’s shallower.”
She wades in the direction I suggest, grimacing at each icy pocket she hits in the water. I stand among an underwater boulder field, and when she comes my direction, she’s suddenly sticking halfway out of the water again, delectable torso fully exposed.
She drops to her ass on the rock next to me, the water barely lapping over her chocolately nipples. Goddamn, I’m beside myself for a taste, suddenly burning up despite the icy water.
“I thought you said you weren’t shy,” I flirt, reaching out and drawing her body towards me. Her warm flesh teases my core. I want her so badly I can barely find words … or breathe.
Callie’s eyes meet mine, melty and swirling with emotion. She says in subdued tones, “I’m not shy when you act like you want me to be here. But when you get all grumpy with a stick up your ass, it does make me doubt myself. I guess that could come off as timid.”
I chuckle, my cock in full rebellion, pressing firmly into her stomach as I burn alive beneath the skin. “Unrequested, unexpected. Your visit is both of those things, but not unwanted.”
“Your body conveys that better than your mouth,” she says darkly, pressing more tightly against me. I’d be happy to starttalking with our bodies rather than our mouths. Never much of a wordsmith.
Her touch sizzles over my chest. I look down, cheeks heating as I watch her petal-soft fingers caress my pectorals. She traces the wing tattoos on my chest.
“I like your ink,” she whispers.
“And I like you liking my ink, Shivers,” I confess, eyeing her warmly.
“Good,” she exclaims, making her pink mouth the perfect round for my cock. What this woman does to me is a crime. “Shivers again. Is that because of my voice or your body?” she arches an eyebrow.
“My body,” I admit, thoroughly enjoying the level of honesty I share with this woman. “I’m a jumble of shivers with you so close.”
“Shivers of cold?”
I shake my head.
“Shivers of fear?”
I chuckle, grumbling, “Army Rangers don’t know fear. It’s trained out of us.”
“Everyone gets scared sometimes,” she says, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Never has such an innocent act undone me so thoroughly. My cock digs into the soft flesh of her stomach, but she doesn’t pull away.
“Shivers of want, Calliope.”
“Nobody calls me that except my parents,” she whispers, her warm eyes begging me to kiss her.
“And no one calls me Mateo except my immediate family. I like having those names in reserve for me and you.”
“Like family,” she says, the corners of her mouth turning up.
“Exactly,” I say on a soft sigh, unable to take this wicked game any longer. My head dips, lips locking with hers unhesitatingly.
Her mouth softens, relaxing and drawing me in. Never has surrender tasted more delicious, heat pulsing through my veins and warming the ache in my chest that showed up with this woman’s arrival. The warmth almost makes the pain bearable, though I need far more than one solitary taste of her.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, savoring my claim. Her kiss is sunshine and laughter and every good thing missing from my life. I’ve always had an addictive personality. Would it be so bad to get addicted to her?