“Well I don’t want to get used to your annoying ways?” she teased right back.
He grunted again and she was starting to kind of like those grunts. “You will.”
She laughed again, but then stopped when he stood by the edge of the small lake and continued stripping off his clothes. The sweat stained dress shirt was whipped off of his shoulders and bundled up to be tossed onto a big rock. He then stripped off his slacks but he was a bit more careful with that piece of clothing, protectively laying the pants on the rock, probably because he’ll need to wear them again soon.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed?” he asked, glancing over at her.
A moment later, his fingers looped into the waistband of his boxers and…without any hesitation, he pushed them to the ground.
Calista couldn’t stop the startled squeak as she spun around, giving him her back. “I’ll…uh…just…uh…wait until you’re done. Then I’ll take a turn.”
She could picture him shrugging those now-delicious shoulders as he said, “Suit yourself.” A moment later, she heard a splash and her very imaginative mind pictured his strong, lithe body diving into the water, completely unconcerned with any potential dangers.
“Come on in Calista,” he called out to her. “The water is cold and refreshing. I promise not to peek as you strip off your clothes.”
Calista peered over her shoulder at him and saw that he was already swimming towards the middle of the water. The tempting promise of cool water was too much for her. Plus, he wasn’t paying any attention to her, she thought. So why wait? Why not get into that glorious water and find a bit of relief from this sweltering heat? She’d been hot and sweaty for so long, she wasn’t even sure what it would feel like to be clean again!
“Fine!” she grumbled, but turned her back and started to pull off her own clothes. The black cargo pants were carefully laid out on the rock for easy access to post-swimming dressing. She brought her panties and bra into the water with her, needing to clean them. She was pretty desperate for clean underwear and thought that she could lay them out on one of the rocks to dry afterwards. The material was thin enough so it should dry relatively quickly.
Calista wasn’t brave enough to dive into the water, but she waded carefully along the water’s bank, her feet feeling out the rocks and tree branches visible underneath the glassy water. Thankfully, everything under the water was pretty smooth and nothing poked her skin too hard. But when she was knee deep in the water, she didn’t want to feel anything more. She was a bit freaked out at the possibility of something slithering up between the branches to nibble on her toes, so she pushed off, submerging herself in the cool water. Instantly, she felt better! Ducking her head under, she got her hair wet, her fingers clutching at her underwear and the soap she’d found in the shaving kit.
“Oh this feels…” Something brushed against her leg and she screamed, shifting away and trying to figure out what it was. A moment later, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a hard chest. “Relax,” Goran’s voice rasped into her ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
Calista stiffened, feeling every naked part of him against her back. “You said you wouldn’t look!”
He laughed and she felt his thumb slide against her lower ribs as he pulled her backwards, swimming on his back. “I promised not to look while you undressed,” he corrected. She felt him kiss her neck and nip lightly against her earlobe. “I never promised not to look, or touch, once you were in the water.”
Calista was shocked and…fascinated! “Um…we have a problem, Goran,” she whispered, unable to make her voice any stronger.
“What’s that?” he asked, his arm “slipping” higher so that his forearm was right under her breasts. Still not touching, but Calista suddenly realized that she wanted him to touch her! In fact, her breasts seemed to swell with the need for his big, strong, capable hands to touch her breasts! Her nipples ached with the hope that he’d touch her!
Problem. What was the problem? Was there a problem? At this moment, all her mind could think of as a problem is that his hands weren’t touching her breasts!
His teeth scraped against her neck, sending delicious shivers through her body. “Um…!”
“I don’t see any problem, love,” he replied, his hands moving higher.
Suddenly, Calista jerked, shocked by the touch of his hands on her breasts. They were soft, but firm as his fingers cupped their weight, the water swishing around them. They were kept afloat only because Goran’s legs were pushing them through the water. If he hadn’t been doing that, they’d probably both drown because Calista was incapable of helping to keep them out of that predicament.
“Soap,” she groaned, her eyes closing as his thumb and forefinger pinched one nipple, then soothed it by rubbing over the now-turgid peak.
“What about the soap?” he asked, his mouth moving over her neck, increasing the pressure with his fingers.
“Dropped it,” she moaned, her mind completely absorbed with his fingers.
“That’s going to be an issue.” His hands moved lower, brushing over her stomach before coming back to her other breast. She moaned and felt a rising tension in her body. Arching into his hand, she pressed her own hand over his, silently begging him to touch her, showing him what she needed. And boy did she need!
When his hand moved lower, those deft fingers were like magic triggers on her body. Or perhaps she’d been waiting for this moment ever since she’d seen Goran take down the guard. She’d needed him to show her his masculine side for months! She’d given up hope that her fiancé would have a strong side to his personality, something she’d seen in her own brother too many times. Calista couldn’t help the fact that she needed a mate who was strong and powerful. It was all she knew in a man. She’d had two role models, her father and brother. They were both alpha males and…!
Oh dear heaven, Goran’s fingers moved into that spot between her legs. Calista couldn’t stop her legs from shifting, her hand plastered over his. For a brief moment, she wanted to pull his hand away. But then his finger touched that spot, that private space that she’d touched so many times, but this…this was one thousand times better! More exciting, more dangerous, more tantalizing!
One finger slid into her heat and she gasped, shocked by the slight invasion. But while his finger slid in and out, his thumb rubbed that spot. She shifted, her hand closing over his thumb. Calista was mindless now, desperate for that release, needing it more than her next breath! With a skill she couldn’t have anticipated, Goran teased and tortured that nub, his fingers moving against her with the perfect pressure. If he moved too fast, she slowed him down. When she needed him to shift that magical thumb faster, she showed him. When the climax burst over her, she arched her back, her body shivering as the pleasure rode through her like a wave of beautiful wonder!
And throughout the whole experience, Goran held her steady, cradled against his chest, his fingers withdrawing while his thumb slowed and, eventually, stopped. His touch was soothing now, helping to bring out the last breath of pleasure as she shifted, turning herself around to look at him.
Instantly, a blush crept up over her cheeks. She pushed under the water for a moment, hoping it would cool down the blush. Pushing the water out of her eyes, she looked back at him. He was staring at her, his eyes hot and heavy as undiminished lust still rode his body.
“Thank you!” she whispered, her hands sliding up over his chest. She realized that he was no longer swimming, but his hand was holding onto a thick branch that had grown into an arch that dipped down into the water.