Our Fugitive Bride (Treasure Falls Brides 1)

Andrew held her while he kissed the back of her neck, his tongue trailing over her silky, wet skin.

When Jesse broke the kiss, she seemed to wilt in Andrew’s arms. The green of her eyes dazzled him with passion and she licked her lips as if to gather her strength.

“I think the water just got hot,” she gasped. “We’ve got to get out or I’m going to beg you to take me.”

He liked the sound of that but knew they would not touch her until they were married. Their wife, their woman, would not have sex with them until they said their vows and she wore their ring.

Together, the three of them walked out of the water. The white chemise Mary still wore clung to every curve, her nipples standing out through the wet material. She tried to cover them with her hands, but Andrew pulled her hands away.

“Darling, you’re beautiful and we want to see every naked inch of you. Why don’t you dry off and put your dress back on? Staring at your body, my own is thinking thoughts of how I want to take you. And I want every bit.”

She gasped and then she walked to the bushes where her dress was hanging. In a few moments, she returned. While she was gone, the men had put their pants back on, but not their shirts.

“Promise me that if we ever marry, you’ll bring me back and we’ll go swimming again. This time naked.”

Andrew grinned. He liked this woman. She was naughty and nice and they would unlock all the spice.

“It’s a promise,” Jesse said.

With a heavy sigh, she glanced between the men. “We better eat soon. I’m starving.”

“I’m starving as well, but not for food,” Andrew replied, grinning at her.

The rosy color was back in her cheeks as she opened their picnic basket and spread the blanket out.

Oh, how he’d like to lay her on that blanket, spread her legs, and lick every inch of her. Soon. Hopefully very soon.