Page 96 of Blue Jean Summer

Hayes tipped his head to the side, nipping at my ear before kissing down the side of my neck. “I don’t know about you, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night—our wedding night.”

His teeth sank into my throat, taking me back to the day he had invited me over for lunch and said he didn’t bite.

Hayes in the flesh was even better than the fantasies I indulged in to get me through the nights when he was absent from my bed.

He scraped his teeth down to my shoulder. The low burn was soothed by the cool water as it lapped at our bodies. My nipples tightened. I arched into him, desperate to relieve the ache.

He smiled like Lucifer—beautiful and damning. His dark laugh was just as devilish. “You’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you?” His hand tightened on my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. “Tell me something,” he murmured as he shifted my body until his thick shaft was trapped between us. How Hayes was hard in frigid water was beyond me. “Why have you been thinking about it instead of doing something about it?”

“Because I didn’t want to complicate things,” I lied.

“Bullshit,” Hayes said as he pressed his forehead to mine. “They’re already complicated, sweetheart.”

I licked my lips, feeling absolutely parched for him as he held out, teasing me by staying just a breath away.

There were things I never wanted to admit out loud, but I had admitted them to Hayes.

How much I hated my father but still wanted his approval and attention.

How much I resented my mom, but that I was also grateful for what she had done and would give anything for five more minutes with her.

And then there were things I could never admit to anyone, not even him.

How I had always wished I was a Wilder.

How I wished I was really his.

Hayes circled my nipple with the tip of his finger. “You know what’s not complicated?”

I tipped my head to the side as I kissed around the outside of his ear. “Hm?”

He smirked. “How good it feels when I slide inside of you.” His hand trailed down between my legs, teasing my entrance. “And I think if anyone deserves to feel good, it’s you.”

I groaned as he slowly pushed two fingers inside me, then added a third. The intrusion and stretch was exquisite.

“Attagirl,” Hayes whispered as he pressed his thumb against my clit and curled his fingers inside of me.

No amount of cold mountain water could dull the fire burning inside me. I clung to him as he lazily toyed with my body. Hayes wasn’t rushed or hurried. He took his time kissing and exploring.

He let me float away just long enough to turn me so that his chest was pressed against my back, then held me against his torso as one hand cupped my breast and teased my nipple while the other nestled between my legs.

“That feel good?” he murmured as he kissed the crook of my neck. “Even in the water I can feel how slick your tight little pussy is.”

I gasped for breath. My head and shoulders were above the water, but I was drowning in him. Hayes’s cock throbbed against my ass, but he paid no mind to his own needs.

My feet scraped against the rocky riverbed as erotic desperation nearly drove me mad. I tried to find my footing, but it was too slippery.

“I’ve got you.”

“But—”

“Trust me,” he said as he edged me closer and closer. “Just float. Trust me and let go.”

Gravity took hold, and my feet rose from the smooth rocks. Hayes kept me tethered to his chest as he curled and flexed his fingers inside me in steady strokes.

“H-Hayes—”

“Don’t hold back. Not from me.”