“Stop objectifying me and pay attention to where I’m putting my feet.” He deftly stepped from one ledge to the next until his feet were inches from the water’s surface before he turned to hold both hands up to her. With his steadying grip, she followed in his footsteps until she stood beside him. She noticed the condom in his hand and realized he didn’t have any place to put it. “Why don’t you give that to me since you don’t have any pockets?”
“And you do?”
She reached for the foil envelope and slipped it under the lace of her bra, using the strap to anchor it.
His eyes went incandescent. “I didn’t think you could look any hotter, but that has definitely turned up the temperature.”
Gratification zinged through her.
He took the last step into the river, the water hitting him midshin before he turned his back to her. “Why don’t you climb aboard, and I’ll piggyback you out to deeper water so you don’t have to walk on the rocks?”
The mention of deeper water doused some of the excitement surging through her veins. Then he repositioned his arms to allow her to clamber on, and the muscles of his back flexed and shifted under his skin. She wanted to feel that against her breasts so she leaned against him, winding her arms around his neck and giving a little hop to get her legs up. He caught her under the knees and bounced her a little higher, making her already-hardened nipples drag against his shoulder blades.
She hissed as lightning flashed from her breasts straight down to where her thighs were spread against his waist.
Her toes brushed into the water and she squealed. “It’s frigid! Aren’t you freezing?”
“Not with you wrapped around me.”
As the water reached their waists, she shivered with equal parts cold and anticipation. He kept going until the ripples lapped at him midchest, then he released her legs and floated her around him until she was against his front, held there by the slight current still flowing through the pool in the lee of the giant stone. He bent her legs around his waist so his erection was locked between them, pressing hard against her clitoris. She twined her ankles together behind him and pulsed against him, stoking her own pleasure.
“Whoa, take it easy on me. I want to have time to enjoy you being wet, both outside and inside.” As he said it, he slid one hand between them, pushing aside the lace covering her crotch so he could slip a finger inside her. “Oh yes, definitely wet on the inside.”
She clutched at his shoulders as his stroking sent her arching backward. “That feels…unbelievable.”
“Mmm, now let’s get you wet on the outside.” He sank downward, carrying her with him. She barely had time to suck in a breath before the cold water closed over her head. A jab of fear made her tighten her grip on his shoulders and waist, but she relaxed as she felt his arms envelope her like a living lifejacket. Realizing she had her eyes closed, she forced them open to see his face right in front of her, slightly blurred by the sediment in the water. A school of tiny silver fish skittered past behind his head, and then she was rocketing back toward the surface.
“You dunked me,” she sputtered as she released one hand to push back the strands of hair plastered to her face.
“I reckon I did. That’s kind of what you do to your girlfriend when you’re swimming together.”
“Maybe if you’re in high school.” She gave his bicep a light smack.
“Sweetheart, that’s how you make me feel. So I’m going to dunk you again.”
He dragged her down. This time as she felt him start to push upward again, she took in a mouthful of water. When they broke the surface, she spouted it right at his forehead.
“Oh ho, you want a fight,” he said. “Bring it on.”
She noticed he moved into water where she could easily stand before he set her down, and submerged. She tracked him in the semiopaque water, the extraordinary picture he presented as the lean lines of his nude body played against the curves of the river stones arousing her artist’s instincts. The olive of his skin, greened slightly by the dark-jade water, made her long for an array of paints to capture the subtle shades of both.
Then he exploded up out of the water with a splash that drenched her and made her blink and spit water. “You are going to pay for that,” she said. She couldn’t outswim him, so she reached for her only leverage, his erect penis.
He groaned as she closed her fingers hard around him. “You fight dirty, woman.”
“We biker chicks do that.” She stroked firmly downward, savoring the jerk of his body.
He let her play with him for a few seconds longer, then he stepped in and hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and following them underwater until she stepped out of them. As he came back up, his fingers grazed between her legs and she shuddered at the delicious contact. After tossing the ball of wet lace onto a ledge, he plucked the condom from her bra, brushing the back of his hand over her cold-tightened nipple.