Fighting Our Way (Broken Tracks 2)

Behind the waterfall is slightly darker and the water a little colder, but that doesn’t matter when Nate moves closer, his chest connecting with mine, his arms wrapping around my waist as he looks down at me.

“I’m glad you agreed to come with me today, Lia.” When he says my name, the intensity of the moment heightens and I wait on bated breath to hear what he is warring with himself to say. “I…” He cups my cheek with one of his hands. “I think I’m falling for you.”

I swallow, my throat becoming dry before without thought, I whisper, “I think I’m falling for you, too.”

His lip quirks up on one side as he brings his other hand up, placing it on my other cheek as he lowers his head. “Then I suppose we better catch each other.”

I start to chuckle at his cheesiness but I’m cut off as his lips descend down onto mine. There’s a brief second where I’m still laughing that he takes as his opening and slips his tongue into my mouth. The laughter fades away as his tongue slides along mine and he moves his hands, grasping me around the waist and picking me up.

My hands intertwine behind his neck as my legs lock around his waist and I’m immersed in all that is Nate: his tongue, the hardness of his chest against mine, the palms of his hands squeezing my ass as he holds me up.

He takes a couple of steps forward and my back hits the flat edge of a rock, his hips rocking into me as he deepens the kiss. We’ve kissed and had little touches before, but this time it feels different. This time I know I won’t be able to stop and by the way he’s pressing against me, I’m hoping he won’t.

He pulls back from my lips, his green orbs darkening as he gazes at me. There’s a silent question in their depths, but whatever it is, I’m down for, because from this moment there will be no going back.

His palm slowly glides up and over my waist, pulling me off the rock as he trails it up to the back of my neck. His deft fingers untie the knot of my bikini and I nod a little to let him know I want this.

The material of my bikini top falls and Nate watches as it gathers around my waist before his palm moves around, cupping my breast and rubbing the pad of his thumb over my nipple.

“Nate,” I moan, my head pushing back against the rock as my eyes close. I feel his wet hair tickling my chest before his mouth is covering my nipple, licking and sucking.

My hand threads through his hair, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer.

I’m so caught up in what he’s doing to my breasts that I don’t realize his other hand has made its way down my waist until his finger is dipping under the waistband of my bikini bottoms.

My eyes spring open and I watch as he pops my nipple out of his mouth and stares up at me. The green in his eyes is the darkest I’ve ever seen it be. Lifting his head, he rests his forehead against mine, not moving his gaze off me as his hand dips even lower.

The bite of my teeth sinking into my lower lip keeps me from calling out as his finger swipes over my bundle of nerves. My breath catches, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t close those beautiful eyes, Lia.” I open my eyes, catching the seriousness in his gaze. “I want you to stay with me for every second of this.”

“Okay,” I manage to answer, trying my hardest to not close them as he swipes over the same spot again. He moves his fingers faster, flicking continuously and driving me insane with the need to— “I’m close,” I moan, my hands trailing down and landing on his tensed biceps.

The slow burn in the pit of my stomach turns into a roaring flame as I get closer to my climax. It’s there—right there, and I need him to not stop. I tell him as much, and his answer is to move faster and slam his lips down onto mine.

His tongue works in the same rhythm as his fingers, and my back bows as a euphoric feeling hits me as fast as a train going two hundred miles per hour. I break my mouth away from his, the back of my head thudding against the rock as the orgasm takes over my whole body.

I’m in a world of pleasure, and when his mouth latches onto my nipple again, he has me moaning so loud I’m sure anyone within a three-mile radius can hear.

My muscles start to relax as he slows down his motion, but as soon as they do and my gaze seeks his out again, I know I want more. I want—need—him. All of him.

“I need you.” I repeat my thoughts and he smirks, his hand pulling out of my bikini bottoms. I open my mouth, not opposed to begging him but he cuts me off.

“Good, ’cause I’m not done with you. Not even close,” he growls out.

He shifts and when I look down into the clear water, I see him pulling his board shorts down and watch with wide, fascinated eyes as he reveals his hardness before he moves my bottoms aside.

My tongue swipes along my bottom lip, anticipation rolling through me.

Clutching onto his shoulders, I keep my legs locked around him as he tilts his hips closer to me, the head of his hardness touching me.

I want to rock my hips forward and plunge him inside me, but his hands gripping my hips stop me as he rests his forehead against mine.

Slowly, he pushes inside, inch by inch, letting me feel all of him. He brushes my G-spot and my breath catches, my fingers digging into his shoulders at the sensation.

“Faster,” I beg.

He pulls out just as slowly as he pushed inside before he thrusts back again at the same pace. It drives me crazy, and each time I try to meet his thrust and quicken the pace, his fingers tighten on my hips to stop me.