Page 81 of Tasting Fire
Emmy wanted to chant “Down, down, down!” to encourage him to get naked. But at the same time, she didn’t want to rush this. She squeezed her inner thighs together in anticipation of his full monty.
“Hands behind your head,” he called out.
“What? Why?”
“I want to see what you’re doing with them.”
As if she would get busy touching herself while he was out there…
Wait a damn minute. Now that he’d mentioned it, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She huffed and linked her hands behind her head. Her compliance obviously pleased Cash because he lowered his zipper, revealing that he wasn’t unaffected by his own actions.
Maybe she could talk him back into the truck.
His hand disappeared into his boxer briefs, much like the day she’d caught him on her couch. Only this time, he didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. In fact, his eyelids lowered to half-mast and he let his head drop back and he stroked himself.
Emmy’s nipples went high-beam and the spot between her legs caught fire.
“Drop them,” she whispered to herself.
“What was that?” Cash asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”
Emmy unlaced her hands to push open the truck door and hurried out. She climbed up on the front bumper and turned to sit on the hood and pointed at Cash. “Take them off. Now.”
“The boss is back.”
When Cash stepped out of his shoes and kicked off his pants and underwear, his penis was fully hard and pointed due north.
He was… delicious. And Emmy was suddenly starving. Maybe if she took off her clothes, they might not ever make it to the creek.
She reached for the hem of her shirt, but Cash said, “Nope. Not yet.”
“Excuse me? I thought we were skinny-dipping. And last I recall the definition of skinny-dipping includes being naked.”
“Not until I’m in the water, because I know your game. And as much as I’m down for doing you on the hood of my truck, we have other business to attend to first.”
Emmy had plenty of pressing business happening in the region between her legs, but he didn’t seem to care.
Cash encircled his cock with his fist, and she forgot all about her business to focus on his business.
“You never told me you liked to be entertained with a show,” he said.
“You keep that up, and I’ll settle in with a bucket of popcorn, a king-size package of Twizzlers, and the fastest vibrator in my drawer.”
His eyebrows lifted with interest. “You have more than one?”
“A woman has different moods.”
“I want to see this drawer,” he growled. Unfortunately, he also released his grip on the body part Emmy most wanted a double feature of right now. With a smile at her, he turned and walked toward the water, his ass cheeks flexing with every step.
Art. Complete living, walking, breathing art.
No longer caring about being out in the open, Emmy slid off the hood and quickly shimmied out of her clothes. A light mountain breeze skimmed across her skin, raising goose bumps on her arms and teasing her already hard nipples.
When she made it to the water’s edge, Cash was wading into the middle of the creek with long, slow strides. His spectacular backside was now submerged, which meant his muscled back could command all of her attention. Trim waist, straight spine, and shoulders strong enough to hold the weight of her baggage.
She entered the water and was up to her knees before the temperature registered in her brain. “Holy shit!”
