Page 36 of Merry on the Mountain
“What are you doing?”
“Undressing.”
“You’re getting naked?” Her eyebrows shoot upward.
“Yes, and you should, too. It’s a private hot spring; we’re the only ones who will be using it.”
“But we won’t be the only ones on the property.”
“No one’s going to bother us.” I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt over my head. “Do you need help undressing?”
“If you help me undress, we won’t make it out this room.”
I give her a slow grin. “Would that be a problem?”
Her jaw drops. “The chef would hear us.”
“I ask again, would that be a problem?”
“Andrew Ackers, are you a closeted exhibitionist?” She clutches invisible pearls.
“Willow Baker, are you a closeted prude?”
She rolls her eyes and unzips her coat. “A prude wouldn’t let you play with her ass.”
“Good point.” After toeing my shoes off, I drop my pants and push my boxer briefs down my legs. I find her staring when I straighten back up. “What?”
“You’re just fine stripping down right here?”
“Yeah.” I turn, giving her a full-frontal view of me. “I spent half my life naked in front of other guys in a locker room. You seeing me naked isn’t a big deal. Especially when I’ve been inside you. Many times.”
“Well, when you put it like that, it makes sense.” Her hands tremble a tiny bit as she undresses, peeling the layers off one at a time.
“Haven’t you ever skinny dipped on any of your trips?” I grab my robe and wrap it around me, tying the waist.
“No, actually. I always have a bikini with me. Or at the very least a pair of shorts and a sports bra.” She takes a deep breath and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor as she reaches for the robe.
It takes all my willpower not to pounce on her right now. But I can tell she’s nervous, so I hold back. She pulls her underwear off from beneath the robe and sets them and her bra between her pants and sweater.
Together we slip our feet into the slippers they provide and then head out into the brisk air. I can’t tell if the path is heated or if they just maintain it exceptionally well because the stone beneath us is free from any snow, ice, or mud. It leads us through pine and aspen trees to a rocky outcrop.
Steam rises from the blue water of the spring invitingly. A quick scan of the surroundings eases my worry about privacy. Not so much for me, but for her. I probably shouldn't be surprised by her hesitation to get naked, but I can’t help wondering why she’s nervous about it. Surely she knows I’m a big fan of her naked form. She is lithe, athletic, and strong.
I can’t tear my eyes off her as she looks around the clearing and pulls the waistband of her robe free. She takes it off, laying it over a large, dry boulder and steps down into the springs. My cock stiffens just from the contented sound of pleasure she makes as she sinks to her shoulders in the water.
“This feels amazing.”
“How hot is it?” I want to prepare myself if it’s the temperature she likes her water at.
“Little cooler than I usually like, but that’s probably good, so we can stay out here longer.”
I take my robe off and lay it over hers. As I step down into the hot spring, I catch her eyeing my half hard cock. Just the simple act of catching her looking and wanting, I completely harden.We haven’t been able to find time to be alone together much since Izzy’s been home.
“Hi.” She smiles as I slowly cut through the water toward her.
“Hi.”
We move into each other’s arms at the same moment. As soon as I feel her warm body pressed against mine, a wave of need courses through my veins. My body demands to be joined with hers, but I want to draw this out. I need her to crave me the way I do her, to feel the same burning fire within her body that I feel every time she’s near. The urge to grab hold of her and never let her go is maddening.
