Bare

Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Aleksei pulled back, removing his hand from her neck.

She loosened her legs. Icy water replaced the warmth of his skin.

Lust shifted to disappointment. She knew that he wanted her.

She had felt it in the hot, hard length pressed against her.

This moment was perfect. She wanted to seize it here and now.

Impromptu sex in the middle of the lake would be a perfect ending to their day.

“We can’t do this here,” he said. “It’s not safe.”

His voice was firm, but she saw his eyes flick to her breasts.

He wasn’t as resolute as he was pretending to be.

Maybe he thought she wasn’t a strong enough swimmer to manage intimacy in the lake.

She let go of the rope with one hand and tugged the wet string of her bikini top.

As soon as she pulled, the knot released, and the scant material fell away.

The chilly water lapped at her nipples, sending flames racing through her.

She reached for his hand, pulling it to her exposed breast.

As his rough palm skimmed the soft skin of her breast, a flash of heat coursed through her, and she arched toward him. “I won’t drown.”

“It’s not that.” His voice came out as a croak.

Hard muscles pressed against her legs as he reached behind her, bracing his free hand on the rope.

The thumb of his other hand circled her nipple in teasing swirls, then he squeezed the pebbled bud, sending a bolt of heat to her core.

Warm breath and sharp teeth grazed and nipped at her neck and earlobe, making her shiver.

Her hands found the lean muscles of his shoulders, chest, and stomach, exploring bare skin, coarse hair, and then bare skin again. His waistband was as cold as the water, but when she slipped her fingers inside, they grazed hot, rigid flesh.

He groaned, and his fingers tightened on her breast. She pulled one hand from his waist and slid a finger along the line where his leg met his body, her knuckles brushing against the tight skin of his balls. He bucked and gripped her flesh even harder.

She smiled. She liked that her roaming fingers made him jerk and moan. She liked that his hand was rough and firm, that he treated her like a healthy woman, not a porcelain statue that might break.

She shifted her hand higher. His swim trunks had no liner, so nothing stopped her fingers from finding his cock.

Long, thick heat filled her palm as she grasped and squeezed, moving her hand in a slow stroking motion.

She watched Aleksei’s hooded eyes, heard his heaving breaths, and listened to his deep groans of encouragement.

She wanted to make this pensive, careful man lose control.

She wanted his emotions to flare in passion rather than grief and sorrow.

She closed the few inches between them, sliding her tongue between his minty, firm lips.

His cock twitched beneath her hand. Calloused fingers squeezed both of her breasts, and her thoughts scattered.

One part of her mind processed that he was no longer holding onto the rope, that his legs were moving, kicking, holding them afloat, but her attention was focused on the tongue exploring her mouth and his fingers that sent bolts of electricity straight to her core.

She pulled her mouth away from his. She needed to see the nipples that had become the center of her world.

Her breasts were pulled taut, each nipple extended, pinched like a rosebud being plucked.

Her core was hot as lava. Her clit tingled.

He lowered his head, catching her gaze with a wicked glint in his eye.

Holding the stare, he grazed his teeth along the tip of one nipple.

The sensation was almost too much. He was balancing her expertly on a blade of pleasure and pain.

And it was fucking perfect.

Without warning, the pressure disappeared, replaced by chilly air. Her breasts were hot, achy, and desperate for his mouth. She opened her lips to plead for him to suck on them, but icy lake water splashed over her skin, shocking her already taut nipples into pebbles of pleasure.

“I love seeing your nipples so fucking tight and hard,” he rasped as he squeezed them again between strong fingers.

Her eyes snapped shut. Lights danced behind her lids. Liquid heat engulfed her.

“I need you inside me.” She barely recognized her own voice in that whimpering, husky plea.

“It’s not safe,” he repeated.

His words cut through some of her lusty haze. She didn’t understand his hesitation. She knew he wanted her. The proof was in his groans, in the thunderstorm swirling in his gray-blue eyes, and in the searing, rigid heat straining against her fingers.

“The water isn’t that cold, and it’s almost dark.

No one will see us.” She gave his lower lip a hard bite.

His hips thrust forward, seeming to operate on a different agenda than the one he was vocalizing.

Maybe he was concerned about them spending too much time in the cold lake under the quickly darkening sky.

“We can be quick here and then take our time back at the cabin.”

“I’m not worried about the cold. I don’t have a condom with me.”

Now she understood.

“Oh. That kind of safe.”

“Yes, that kind of safe.” He smiled. “Unfortunately, my military training didn’t cover carrying condoms in the event of spontaneous water sex.”

A full laugh erupted from her stomach, and she had to tread water faster to stay afloat. The cool water circulating around her body did nothing to slake the fire raging within her.

“I haven’t been with anyone since I was tested, so I’m all good there, and I’m on the pill,” she offered.

He closed the space that had opened between them, pushing them backward until the bristly rope of the buoy line pressed into her back. He ran a wet, water-wrinkled fingertip down the side of her face.

“Same here. About the testing. Not the pill.”

She laughed and settled one hand on his shoulder, relishing the feel of his cool, lean muscles under her hand.

She slid her other hand over the hard lines of his abs and under the edge of his waistband, curling lazy circles in the patch of short, coarse hair that led to his cock.

She nibbled his jawline, tasting the crisp, earthy freshness of the spring-fed lake.

It had just a hint of brine. Her core was clenching and desperate to feel him inside her.

She nipped his ear, and strong fingers clenched her ass, pulling her tight against his long, hard cock.

“I’m game if you are,” she said.

His answer was to remove his bathing suit and affix it to the rope with the waistband tie.

His movements were effortlessly efficient, even with her hanging on him.

She rubbed her hands over his wonderfully chiseled chest and licked tangy lake water from his neck and shoulders while he worked.

Once he’d secured his swim trunks to the line, he backed her up to the rope once again, his eyes regaining their sexy glint.

Firm fingers gripped her wrists, pushing them into the scratchy rope.

“Turn around.”

The seductive command made her thighs tingle.

“Put your arms over the rope and don’t let go.”

Normally, she didn’t like being ordered around. She’d had way too much of that when she’d been sick, but his commands were like a siren’s call. Impossible to ignore and sexy as hell.

She slid her arms over the bristly rope and closed her fingers tightly around it. Her breasts and stomach tingled with anticipation. She could sense him behind her, but she knew he didn’t want her to turn and look. Knew he liked the idea of her waiting for him to touch her.

“Close your eyes.”

His tone was one of bone-melting promise.

Calloused fingers brushed her thighs. Strings tightened then loosened, first at her back, then at her hips. Her swimsuit fell away. Cold water flowed freely over her exposed rear and the apex of her thighs. She was naked.

Completely bare.

Then emptiness was replaced with Aleksei. He was everywhere at once. Biting her back. Stroking her ass. Bending her neck backward to possess her mouth with his insatiable, exploring tongue. Fingertips alternating between gently squeezing her breasts and tugging firmly on diamond-hard nipples.

It felt like he was a part of her. A piece she had been missing her entire life.

He was seeing her as she was. Completely bare except for the bathing suit cap she needed to wear to keep her wig in place.

She had a strong body but was far from model-perfect.

She was twenty-seven years old and shockingly short on life experience.

Yet he was consuming her like a starving man at a feast—as if she were irresistible, as if her body enflamed him to unbridled passion, as if he thought she was perfect.

“Please tell me you’re ready. I’m so fucking desperate for you, Rose. I don’t think I can wait one more second. But I will. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

His hot length was sliding between her legs, grazing her core with each thrust. His hand was playing her breast like a concert pianist. His teeth and tongue were exquisite torture on her neck and shoulder. His hot breath tickled her ear as he murmured the depths of his need against it.

“I can feel your slick heat against my cock. I’m dying to be inside you. I thought about fucking you the entire hike back. My dick was so hard watching your ass move in those leggings, I could barely walk.”

Her clit pulsed. Flames licked at her thighs and breasts. She needed him inside her. Now.

“Please,” she begged, pushing her core against his hard length.

He thrust between her legs one more time, the tip of his dick pressed so firmly against her clit that she almost came.

Then he was gone. She heard sloshing water, and the coarse rope bounced.

Her core was empty and yearning. Her clit was throbbing, and the darkness, the waiting, the not knowing when or where he would touch her, fueled the delicious sensual anticipation.

Then he was there, his firm chest against her back. His stone-hard dick pushed against her ass and thighs.

“Open for me,” he commanded.

The words made her quiver. She separated her thighs, cool water flowing between them, quickly replaced by the heat of his dick at her entrance. He thrust. Flame-covered steel filled her, stretched her, and brushed against that precious spot deep within her.

“Yes!”

A thought of the public beach tickled the edge of her mind and was immediately erased by the next thrust. He set a fast pace, almost frantic.

Firm fingers tightened around one breast. A calloused hand kneaded her ass.

The rope scraped her arms and ribs. She tried to hold on tightly so the strength of his movements didn’t push them over it, but her fingers had no grip.

Her arms had no strength. Her mind had no thoughts.

All that existed was the mounting fire within her, stoked by each stroke of his dick.

Tension coiled in her abdomen. Her clit throbbed and tingled. She was screaming, begging, but she didn’t know what words were spilling out of her mouth. All she could focus on was that cyclone of need whirling within her, spinning faster and faster with each thrust.

It was too much, and it wasn’t enough.

“I need....I need.”

His hand gripped her hip tighter. His voice, rough with desire, filled her ear. “Tell me what you need, my soft, lovely, precious Rose,” he said slowly, punctuating each endearment with a stroke of his dick.

Lust overwhelmed her natural shyness.

“I need you to touch me.”

“Tell me where,” he demanded as he slowed his pace.

He was torturing her, drawing out her need. He knew what she wanted. Knew she was desperate to come. But he wanted to hear her say it. Her need was so intense, she’d tell him anything.

“My clit. I need you to touch my clit. I want you to feel me come on your dick.”

He growled, the sound deep and feral. Cold water teased her nipple as his hand shifted from her breast to the apex of her thighs.

Between the water and her own wetness, his finger slid easily between her folds, stroking the epicenter of her need.

He quickened the pace of his thrusts, matching the speed with which he was circling her clit.

Her thighs quivered. Every muscle in her body grew tighter, tighter, tighter. Molten steel filled her faster and harder. Stubble grazed her back. Deep grunts mixed with her own pleas of “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“You’re going to make me come,” Aleksei growled into her ear.

Two fingers pressed firmly against her clit, then circled again.

Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.

And they both flew apart.