“This is where you come to swim every day?”
“Yes. I used to swim here all the time as a kid. We’d canoe from the boathouse and spend afternoons here during summer. You’re on Brodie and Logan land. Unless you’re trespassing, the only way to get to these bays is with a paddle or a sail, since motorboats aren’t allowed on Ashleigh Lake.”
He puts the basket down, spreads out the towels he brought with him and starts to strip, beginning with his shoes.
All I can do is stare at his body as his clothes drop to the sand. I’ve come to know every part of him this weekend but watching him get naked has my gaze glued to his pecs and six-pack and then lower to the V that leads the eye in only one direction.
He’s naked, already halfway aroused and he shoots me a naughty grin. “Enjoy watching, don’t you?”
I swallow at the sudden dryness in my mouth but manage to smile sweetly. “About as much as you do.”
He laughs as he strolls into the water, giving me a perfect view of his muscled back and glutes.
Gawd.
Raiden is halfway into the water when he twists around and drops back to disappear under the surface, coming up seconds later.
“Is it cold?”
“It’s awesome.”
“Well then.” My boots are the first to go. His eyes are on me as I unbuckle my leather belt and kick off my shorts. When I look up, I catch his gaze and now we’re not breaking eye contact. I peel off my tank top and I’m in my underwear, see-through lacy triangles that tease and barely cover the essentials.
“As you know, I’m all for equality.” I slip off the last bits of fabric and stride into the lake as if we’re at a nudist colony and this is totally normal, but the water is cold, and I freeze on the spot.
Raiden laughs as he comes closer. “Not quite the Caribbean, is it? Lake Champlain is warmer.” He’s out of the water and wraps me in his arms. His skin is cold and I climb up his body as he walks back into the lake, both of us laughing. I nuzzle his neck as my feet hit the surface, but I squeal when he sinks back and the chilly water swirls between us.
“There,” he murmurs. “It isn’t that bad, is it?”
Not with him keeping me warm where our bodies connect, and with my heart pumping at the rate it’s going, I’ll have no problem heating up. “It’s perfect.”
Soon we’re deeper in and I’m anchored against him within our embrace. For a while we’re quiet, enjoying this moment in paradise, his hands caressing me, my lips on his skin, brushing, nibbling, kissing as we drift. I feel him hardening against me as my body occasionally brushes against his cock, turning this sensual moment with the water’s cold swirls against his warm skin into an unexpected aphrodisiac.
“How do you feel?” he asks quietly.
“It’s awesome. I can’t believe this is the first time I’m doing this. You’re quite mean not to have invited me along, with the heatwave and all.”
He nibbles my ear. “There’s no way I could have invited you along. I came here to work my desire for you out of my system.”
“Oh.”
“Is that a blush, Miss Wess?”
I don’t answer, but instead quiet him with my lips. “Now that I’m here, you can have the real thing.”
“I plan to see if she’ll let me.”
There’s no way I can resist him when he’s like this, so into me and open in his longing, his lips seeking out every arousing spot in a gentle pursuit. “I’ve never had sex on a beach before.”
“And you grew up in Miami? All these things you get to do in Vermont…”
He walks us out of the water, and we kiss as we drip-dry next to the towels.
“I’d better show you how this is done then,” he says as he lowers me onto the towels and places my hands above my head. He runs his nose along mine and presses a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth before he starts to lick and tease the droplets of water from my skin. I close my eyes against the sunlight, all attention now on his mouth as it idles a path lower and lower. My breathing falters as his lips close over my mound for a gentle suck and his teeth nibble their way to my slit, sending sparks through my veins. When his hands reach for my ankles, I split open, caving in to his tongue’s skillful ministrations.
My back arches and my hands dig into the towel as he brings me so close to the edge and pulls away. He does this again and again until my moans turn into a frustrated groan. “Raiden…”
“Georgiana…” His lips are against my stomach, finding his way back to my breasts.