“You’re welcome,” he replied, his voice thick and husky. Sexy!
She touched his chest, her fingers inching along every ridge, feeling the muscle twitch as she explored. No other words were spoken as they stared at each other. His hand on the branch continued to hold them in place while she let her fingers move over his hard body, lower and lower until she found his erection. He uttered a hiss as her fingers closed over that member and his free hand came down, doing the same thing that her hand had done. Her gentle fingers were only lightly wrapped around his shaft. But he guided her fingers, tightening her grip as he showed her how to stroke him, where he liked to be touched. Very quickly, she figured it out and he released her hand, but his eyes never left her gaze. He stared at her, silently commanding her to keep going. Her hand tightened and his jaw clenched. She heard him groan, but he kept his eyes on her, their dark depths powerfully heated and intense as she stroked him, her fingers fumbling slightly since she wasn't exactly sure what she was doing, but she figured he’d stop her if she did something wrong.
His hand moved the water around them, his body tightening with every stroke of her fingers. Up and down, she teased him, letting her finger smooth over the tip, then searching blindly against the underside of that ridge. It was all so fascinating, but too soon, he reached under the water and controlled her hand, moving her fingers harder, faster. She moved closer, her body thrumming with anticipation. But she wasn’t exactly sure what she might be anticipating.
And then it happened. His body tightened, his eyes closed and his hand continued to guide hers, but she knew he was climaxing under the water. She wanted to move closer to him, to wrap her whole body around his. The moment was powerfully intimate and yet, she was touching him only on his erection.
A moment later, it was over and he groaned. His eyes opened, but they were more relaxed now. In fact, his whole body was less tense and his arm whipped around her waist, pulling her against him. Yes, she thought, this is what she wanted, what she needed right at this moment. With unhesitating swiftness, she lifted her mouth up for his kiss, showing him how delighted she was by their actions. He kissed her softly, slowly and oh so thoroughly! It wasn’t a kiss of a desire. It was a kiss of gratitude. They’d shared something here this morning and Calista was more fascinated by the man than she’d ever thought possible.
“Thank you,” he whispered roughly against her lips.
Calista smiled, feeling daring and courageous. “Thank you,” she replied back with just as much emphasis. And then he was kissing her again, his mouth slanting over hers, the water swishing around them. His body was hot and secure while the water was cold and silky. The contrast was…shockingly erotic. Even though her body had so recently been satisfied, Calista knew a rising sense of need, so she pulled back, embarrassed and confused.
“Are you okay?” he asked, releasing his arm from around her waist, but holding her hands to keep her afloat.
“Yes,” she replied, swimming backwards towards the center of the water. “I should…I need to find the soap.” It was a lame excuse but she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Other than to plead with him to come back onto the shore so they could do that all over again.
But that didn’t make sense! She couldn’t want him again! Not so soon. Could she?
“Why don’t you let me search for the soap,” he called out, pushing off of the rock next to him, then coming towards her in strong, powerful strokes of his arms. When he reached her, he stopped and lifted his head, looking around. “Is this where I made you drop the soap?”
She smiled slightly, unable to look him in the eye. “Yes. I think so, but I can’t be completely sure.”
“I’ll go down and see if I can find it. I’m pretty sure that a bar of soap will feel different than the other things that are at the bottom of this water.”
A second later, he disappeared under the water. He was submerged for so long, Calista started to become concerned. Could he really hold his breath for that long? What if he’d gotten caught on something down there? She knew that the trees and branches, not to mention other debris from storms over the years were down there, just rotting away in the jungle waters. Were there alligators here? Or crocodiles? Or were crocodiles only in Australia? Oh, why hadn’t she paid more attention during her geography lessons?!
She was just about to dive under the water when he popped up right next to her. “Found it,” he said while shaking his head to displace the water from his face. A moment later, he held the soap up triumphantly, a handsome grin on his features. “I couldn’t find your panties though.”
Calista gave him a mock glare. “You don’t seem very upset about that,” she grumbled, taking the soap from his hand. For several moments, she rubbed the soap along her skin, rubbing the dirt and grime away and instantly feeling better. She handed the soap to him as she dove under the water to rinse the soap off.
When she was all cleaned up, Calista headed back towards the area where she’d waded into the water, but didn’t walk out. For some reason, despite the intimacies they’d just shared, Calista simply couldn’t step out from the protection the water provided. She simply couldn’t walk along that shoreline naked! Not with Goran watching her. And yes, she was fairly certain that he wouldn’t turn away from her this time. He wouldn’t give her that small bit of privacy.
“I’ll admit that the thought of you walking through the jungle, totally commando in the best sense of the word, is pretty hot.”
Calista peered at him over her shoulder, a smile lingering on her features. “You’re not being very gentlemanly, are you?’
“You don’t want a gentleman,” he replied, his voice dangerously close once more. He then snatched the soap out of her hands and started lathering himself. She wanted to turn and watch him, but knew that her body was still too…stimulated. Oh, what a crass word, she thought. And yet, there was no other way to describe how her body was vibrating with eagerness to run her hands over his chest, to feel his body against hers. The soap would make everything much more slick, more enticing.
“I’m ready to get out,” she announced, hoping he’d offer to turn around and let her get dressed without him staring at her.
“Go for it,” he replied. “I’m right behind you.”
Exactly what she was afraid of. With a sigh, she turned and pushed off towards the center again. “Maybe I’ll just go for a swim. I don’t want to be sweaty and dirty again and this water is pretty nice.”
“Coward,” he replied with a chuckle. Obviously, he saw right through her ruse.
Calista swam a bit away, but then turned, treading water as she watched him walk out of the water. His butt was a work of art, she thought, watching the flexing muscles. His back was just as nice and his thighs more powerful than she could have imagined. Why had she thought him lacking in power? Why had she been disdainful of him for so long? How could she not have seen all of those muscles underneath his tailored suits? It seemed impossible now, as he dried himself off with his dress shirt before pulling on his slacks, leaving the boxers off. Goodness, now she’d know that he had nothing on underneath! Yeah, that was hot!
“We need to find a place to get a phone, Calista,” he called out, startling her as he turned around, pulling the tee shirt over his head. The material stretched, desperately trying to cover all of those muscles on his shoulders and arms. His waist was lean and taut, the material hanging loosely there. But goodness, those shoulders were…!
“Calista?” he called out, fisting his hands on his hips. “We need to go.”
“I’m coming,” she called back, swimming towards that spot. He watched her and, when she reached the place where she would have to start walking out, she stopped. “I can’t do it, Goran.”
“Can’t do what?” he asked, but the smirk on his handsome features warned her that he knew exactly what she was talking about.
“I can’t come out while you watch me.”