“I want you inside me.” I’m gasping and hot, panting and aching for him.
He lowers me slowly. “The condom is in my jeans.”
“Oh…” My brow furrows, and I make a sad face. “Hurry.”
He’s gone in a flash, swimming across the short space and walking out to where our clothes lie abandoned. I hang out behind the water shamelessly watching his gloriously nude body.
His ass flexes as he picks up his pants, digging in the pocket for the dark square. Reaching down, I stroke my clit, stoking the fire blazing inside me for him as I watch him handling his hard penis with those perfectly elegant fingers before starting back to me, condom in place.
Patton Fletcher’s body is the stuff of dreams. His shoulders are broad, his chest is two smooth planes above a landscape of lines on his stomach. Two lines create a V leading down to his cock. His legs flex, strong and lined as he enters the water, quickly closing the space between us.
When he gets to where I’m hiding, he pauses, taking in my posture, my hand between my thighs, moving quickly. I’ve never this bold, but something in me feels wicked. I think it’s the way his mouth drops open. My lips are parted, and heat flushes my body as my orgasm grows stronger.
“Oh…” I gasp, getting closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop.” His voice is strained, and he turns me to face the rock wall. I put a hand out, steadying myself, then lower my cheek against it as he towers behind me.
Strong hands grip my thighs, moving them apart as he guides his tip to my entrance and thrusts in roughly, all the way.
“Oh, yes…” My voice cracks, and I continue frantically circling my clit as he stretches me from behind.
“Rocky, fuck… You’re so tight this way.”” His mouth is at my ear, and his beard scratching my skin makes me moan. It feels so good.
My nipples tingle. He pushes me onto my tiptoes with every desperate thrust of his cock. He hits my G-spot again and again until… Oh, God, yes… The orgasm shoots through my stomach like a rocket, leaving sizzling streams of pleasure in its wake.
I open my mouth and the noise of pleasure is so loud and low, I sound feral.
Patton’s fist grips in the side of my hair, and he turns my face so he can cover my mouth with his. He consumes me, pushing his cock harder, deeper into my grasping core. Our tongues curl, our mouths move, and our lips nip and pull as we try to keep up with each other. My knees are liquid, but I can’t fall. He’s holding me in his strong hands.
Three more hard thrusts, and his body stills. He holds himself deep inside me, and I feel the pulsing of his cock. His ragged groans are in my ear, and I close my eyes, loving that sound. Loving all of this from the fresh spring waters to the earthy scent of the cave around us.
He wraps one arm around my waist and the other around the front of my shoulders, holding my back flush against his hard chest. I love the feel of his hot skin melding to mine. I reach up and hold his strong forearm, resting my head against his shoulder and closing my eyes.
For several beats of our hearts, we stay that way—the deep feeling of union here under this cascade of water, washing over both of us. All I can think is if this is wrong, if he’s the devil, then take me to hell. I’ll go willingly.
“I don’t know.” I take another bite of Patton’s secret hot chicken recipe and cover my mouth with a napkin. “We might have to do a taste test. This is pretty damn good.”
He sits beside me on a stool in front of the massive, granite bar in the oversized kitchen of his family’s “little” cabin in the woods.
Taking a piece, he bites into it, wiping his mouth with the napkin. “This batch is pretty good.”
“You say it like they’re all different.”
That makes him grin. “They are.”
“So you don’t have the secret family recipe?” My eyes narrow.
“I don’t have it written down. I just know what’s in it.” He takes ano
ther bite. “This might be as good as the original.”
“Do you remember how you made this batch?”
His dark eyes travel to the dry ingredients still sitting out on the counter.
“You don’t know what you did?” I jump in before he can answer.
An attractive grin splits his cheeks. It’s more of a smile than I’ve ever seen on him, and I love that a small dimple appears in his chin. Sliding off my stool, I put my arms around his neck and kiss him, slow and spicy-hot.