Page 9 of How to Kill Your Rival

Nope.

I will not think about where that trail leads.

Not that I have to imagine for long. James bends, tugging down his trousers and boxers, giving me a straight eyeline to his bare backside.

‘Oh, my God, James. Bend over any more, and I’ll be seeing what you had for lunch.’

‘No one forced you to cop an eyeful, Sweetheart.’

‘Hard to miss.’

‘Are you saying that I have a big arse?’ He kicks off his shoes and clothing and turns to face me.

Focus on the eyes. Focus on the eyes. Focus on the eyes.

Focus on…

Fuck me. He’s got the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.

‘It’s rude to stare.’

I try to drag my eyes away, but it’s shiny. Oh, shit. James has a ring of metal through the tip of his rather glorious dick.

Tearing my eyes to the distant peaks of the hills, and the far shore of the loch, I look anywhere but back between James’ muscly thighs. I’m near sweating with the effort of keeping my gaze from his genitals.

James wades in, inhaling deeply as the cold water wraps his ankles. ‘I don’t mind you looking, Eliza.’

Cocky fuck. Of course, he’d probably like me to climb him like a lusty little koala bear. Which is never going to happen. I know that with men like James, it’s all in the chase. The minute I give in and let him count me as a notch, the minute he’ll see me as a prize already gained.

I know, because I’ve been there before.

‘To the neck,’ I call as he wades deeper, the muscles of his arse tightening as the waterline reaches his upper thighs.

His strangled voice is deeply satisfying. ‘Christ, it’s fucking freezing.’

‘Your balls retreated like startled kittens yet?’

‘No.’

‘Just some shrinkage then?’ I tilt my head to try to peer around him. ‘Cold water does have a rather significant effect on… well… you know.’

‘I hate you,’ James says, from the loch.

‘That’s not what you say when you pin me against the wall and beg me to fuck you.’

‘I’ve never begged you.’ James speaks through clenched teeth as he wades further.

‘Maybe you’d have hit home base if you had.’

‘What? Begged?’

‘Nothing wrong with a man willing to get on his knees.’

The sound he makes from the middle of the loch at that suggestion makes me laugh.

James submerges to the neck with an expression of pure suffering when he faces me.

‘Happy?’ he yells.