Page 66 of The Love You Fight For
His chest rumbles against my back as he laughs, but he doesn’t let go of me, and I don’t want him to.
“You’re right,” he says. “I should give you one free shot.”
I hum and wiggle a little so he loosens his hold. I’m not angry anymore. Instead of swimming away from him, I turn in his arms, then wrap my legs around his waist so he’s supporting us. Our bodies submerge a little more, only our necks and heads cresting the surface. His cock, thick and hard beneath me, rubs gently as he kicks his feet to keep us afloat.
“I don’t think I want to kick you anymore,” I say quietly, running my eyes over his face as his do the same to mine.
Lake water clings to his long eyelashes, glistening in the moonlight. My pale skin is stark next to his sun-kissed tan, cold meets warmth, light meets dark. We almost look like different beings. Polar opposites both inside and out.
I shouldn’t want him this badly.
He’s too good. Too kind. Too naïve.
“What do you want to do with me, then?”
Chris drops his eyes to my lips and keeps them there, as if he can hear my thoughts. Then his sister’s voice flits in, and I almost flinch at the invasion.
Harpers are not good people. You’re too naïve to see that it applies to her.
You can’t see past her pretty face. It will be Sable all over again.
I fight the urge to push away from him. To drown myself in the truth of his sister’s statements. But I’m stubborn. I won’t let her ruin this moment with blunt honesty, so I shove her voice out of my head and fuse my mouth to his.
Our lips glide together flawlessly, aided by the lake water, and the warmth of his tongue caressing mine sends a tremor through me. I tighten my legs around him and he groans, deepening the kiss.
I slide my fingers to his hair, and we dip lower into the water. He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine.
“How would you feel about moving this to the cabin?”
There’s no mistaking the hint of hope in his voice, laced in every syllable of his deep rasp. It emboldens me. It makes me want him more. I nod, and he slowly starts to swim us to the dock. He stops at a ladder and takes one hand off me to grab it. Our bodies steady, so I know he can touch the bottom, but I don’t untangle my legs from his waist.
“Close your eyes.” I smirk, and he does.
I wait a few breaths, and he peeks one eye open. I arch a brow.
“No peeking.”
His lopsided grin sends a spark of lust straight to my clit, then he closes his eyes again. I wait another few seconds to see if he’ll peek, but when he doesn’t, I let go of him and make my way up the ladder. When my feet are on the dock, I slip on his T-shirt and my sandals, then gather my clothes and his book in my arms.
“Okay,” I tell him.
He opens his eyes and smiles when he sees what I’m wearing. He says nothing, though. Just makes a little twirling motion with his finger, so I turn around and give him my back. I hear the water sluicing off his naked body. I can imagine it. I bet he looks beautiful, all colorful tattoos and starlight. His clothing rustles. The waistband of his athletic shorts snaps. His sandals tap on the wood as he closes the distance between us.
Then gently, he gathers my hair away from my neck, his knuckles dragging over my still-wet skin, and his warm lips land on the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet. It’s soft and sexy, and it makes my core throb with need.
I sigh and lean my head back against him, and he takes my hand in his. Without speaking, I let him lead me to the cabin. When weget to the patio, he takes the book and clothes bundled in my arms and sets them on a lounge chair.
“Use the shower,” he says roughly. “I’ll get you a towel.”
He kisses me again, this time on my lips, then he disappears into the cabin. I wait, and within seconds, he reappears with two fluffy towels.
“Do you want me to show you how to turn it on?” he asks, and slowly, I shake my head no.
Then, without taking my eyes off him, I grip the hem of his T-shirt and raise it over my body, exposing myself to him inch by inch until I’m dropping the shirt onto the lounge chair and standing naked before him. His eyes rove over me, every glance a sensual touch. My heart is threatening to burst out of my rib cage as I take a few steps toward him and slip my hands into the band of his shorts.
I smile shyly, suddenly more nervous than I have ever been, and push his shorts over his ass and down his thighs. When he’s naked, I trail my fingers down his chest and abs. I revel in the way his body quakes under my touch, the way his eyes fill with heat. I trace the deep V of his pelvis, then wrap my hand around his hard cock and pulse the way I know he likes.
His answering groan makes my thighs sticky with arousal, and I moan when he leans down and takes my lips in a possessive kiss.
