Page 148 of Satan's Spawn
I look back and splash Crayton in an attempt to slow him down, but he doesn’t skip a beat, not even when he sends water soaring my way.
For the first time since I’ve met him we’re actually acting like two teenagers together. Not at arms or at odds, or a care in the world.
A smile finally breaks free on Crayton’s face, bright like the moon, resulting in the same reaction from me. Suddenly I no longer want to run away.
I want to be as close as possible to his light.
I stop dead in my tracts and prepare for impact.
Which touches down seconds later when Crayton lunges for me, picking me up and dunking us both under the water.
I break through the surface and suck in air, pushing my soaked hair out of my face with my hands.
Crayton does the same, sans the hair, and the both of us stand opposite each other as we share a short-winded laugh.
“I knew I could get you to come in.” I sigh, lowering myself to the neck in the water.
Crayton drifts closer, his expression much more serious.
I’m standing at my full height by the time he reaches me. Towers over me once again.
“You can get me to do a lot of things.” He brushes my wet hair behind my shoulder. “That’s the problem.”
“Crayton…” I blink up at him, trying to ignore the carved muscles of his torso.
He keeps his focus on my shoulder, specifically where his fingers are grazing. “Yeah?”
“Your smile is really beautiful, you know.”
And I really want to see more of it.
“It’s not my most well known feature.”
“Well, it should be.”
His lips curve upward as he removes his hand from my body. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
We share a lingering glance, the sexual tension between us thick enough to taste.
Until I awkwardly cut through it like a knife.
“This probably wasn’t one of my best ideas.” I hug myself, looking around as the creeping of a chill rises up my arms.
Crayton eats the space up between us completely, his body brushing with mine before he hooks two arms behind my legs and lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around him.
It amazes me how heat still manages to emanate off him, warming me up the instant my arms dangle behind his neck.
“What are you doing?” I meet his eyes and ask, breathier than intended.
He begins moving us toward the side of the waterway. “You said you were cold.”
If a human heart had the ability to smile, mine would be gleaming right now.
Even more so as Crayton lays me down onto one of the large boulders, my thighs parting for him as he climbs over me and settles between my legs. His weight is heavy on me, and I can feel his cock pressing against the cotton of my panties.
If I wasn’t already soaked down there, I know for damn sure I would be right now.
Excitement and nerves flood my belly when he intertwines his fingers with mine, securing both hands over my head.
