“Aye,” Locke agreed.
I turned to him. He wasn’t looking at the falls, but at me. My pulse skipped at the base of my throat. I couldn’t get enough of that heated stare and the way he could turn my insides molten with a single look.
I stepped closer to him, pressing up on my toes, my stomach twisting in anticipation as his arms curled around me. Desire pooled low in my belly as his lips met mine, and all I wanted was to wrap myself around him.
He ran his tongue along my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth. I let my hand drift down his stomach until I found the zipper on his jeans.
“Watch yourself, you little minx,” he whispered. “Don’t start something you’re not prepared to finish.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Who said we weren’t going to finish?” I popped the button and slipped my hand down the front of his pants, stroking his cock. He was definitelyinterested.
“Can people see us from the trail?” he asked, lips pressed to my ear so I could hear him over the rush of the water.
“Afraid someone might see your arse, Mr. Fraser?”
“That’s exactly my concern,” he said. “I don’t need my arse all over the evening news.”
I grinned as I stepped away from him, pulling my tank top over my head, leaving me in my bra and shorts. “Or worse,” I joked. “On the front page of Jo’s paper.”
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes flicking up to the trail then back to me, clearly torn.
“Ever been skinny-dipping?”
“Isla,” he groaned.
I inched back along the rocks. “You can’t seebehindthe waterfall from the trail,” I said coyly, shooting him a seductive smile as Iturned away, slipping along the rock wall and disappearing from view.
Behind the falls, the water was calmer, the rocks forming a secluded little pool perfect for swimming.
“How’d you know this was here?” Locke asked, appearing a moment later.
“My mother and I explored these woods back to front when we still lived here. She’d bring me swimming on really hot days, and we’d take shelter back here to get out of the sun.”
He stroked his hand down my bare arm, sending my heart galloping. Awareness flared between my legs. I unclasped my bra and wriggled out of my shorts before turning and stepping into the pool. The water felt perfect against my flushed skin. “Are you going to join me or just keep staring?”
Locke hesitated for a beat, then he yanked his T-shirt over his head. His pants came down next, and I licked my lips, enjoying this private striptease just for me as he slid into the water, gliding over to me.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he murmured when he caught me. I curled around him, and his hands kneaded my thighs.
I entwined my arms around his neck and let him guide my legs up around his hips. Locke braced us against the rocks as I reached for his hard length again. I was desperate for him, already soaked with desire, and I arched my back, guiding him where I wanted him most. I groaned at the sensation, shuddering as he filled me in one smooth motion.
“That’s it,” he said, pulling out slowly before gliding back in.
I pushed off against his shoulders, using the leverage to rock faster, chasing my pleasure. Locke grinned, his grip on my hips tightening, slowing us down again.
“We’re going to take this nice and easy.”
I groaned, trying to urge him on. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Just fuck me.”
“Can’t hear you over all that water,” he teased, releasing my hip to brush his hand against my clit. I jerked, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Why don’t you say it again?”
“Locke,” I grumbled.
“That’s right,” he said, swirling his fingers around that sensitive bud. I slammed my eyes closed, gasping.
