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“Is it going to be cold?” Kennedy asked.
I wondered if I should lie, but I decided not to. “Probably. It’s fed by a glacier. Even in midsummer, it’s still going to be chilly.”
“Can we get on with it then?” she muttered. “Before I decide this is crazy.”
“Ten,” the voice boomed out. “Nine, eight…”
The crowd started chanting the countdown. Kennedy met my eyes, smiling widely as she called out the numbers. When we hit one, a horn blared, and we raced into the water. I gasped as it hit my toes and splashed around my ankles, then cringed as the water drew up the insides of my thighs. I could almost feel my balls trying to crawl up inside me.
“It’s so cold!” Kennedy cried, leaping into my arms—presumably to escape the water, but it backfired, since she toppled me off balance and we crashed into the tarn together. Water closed over my head, and I struggled upward, panting as I broke the surface. I looked around and grabbed Kennedy, hauling her up with me. She spluttered, her eyes round with shock. Icy streams of water trickled from her hair over her shoulders and down her breasts. She clutched my chest while she caught her breath. When she’d finally recovered, she started to laugh. Her eyes crinkled with mirth, and I loved the sound of it so much, I joined in.
Then, all of a sudden, her mouth was against mine. Her cool lips pried mine apart, and I yielded easily, reveling in the taste and feel of her. I drew her closer, fit my body against hers, and tried to get more of her.
A wolf-whistle ended the moment.
We broke apart, staring at each other with a combination of need and surprise.
“Want to get out of here?” I asked, my voice rough. I wasn’t sure if it was too much too soon, or if the question would frighten her off, but she nodded eagerly and pushed me toward the shore.
“Let’s go home.”
ChapterThirty-Eight
KENNEDY
Liamand I packed as quickly as we could and raced down the trail, away from the tarn and back toward the township. I wished I could snap my fingers and have us back at the cottage, but sadly, that didn’t work in real life. During the time between leaving the tarn and arriving at Liam’s Ute, I had plenty of opportunity to reconsider. Perhaps that was good because it meant neither Liam nor I would be able to say we’d been completely caught up in the moment.
As we reached the parking area, Liam stopped, drawing me into a brief, fiery kiss, then we hurried across the clearing to the vehicle. I shoved my stuff into the back seat and climbed into the front. Liam buckled up and got the engine revving in record time.
“To the cottage?” he asked.
I hesitated. “Yeah.”
I still hadn’t been to his place yet, but I didn’t want to push. Especially not now. That would happen when it happened.
He steered us out of the parking area and took the shortest route to Grace’s place. When we arrived, he pulled over, and we both leaped out, abandoning our gear. We could come back for it later. At the cottage doorstep, I found the key in my purse to let us in and deactivated the alarm. Liam closed the door behind us and pushed me up against it. I moaned as his mouth met mine.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he groaned, pressing closer.
I shivered, partly from desire and partly because I was starting to cool down after our swim and dash.
“Shower.” He pulled away and steered me into the bathroom.
I turned the shower on and stripped out of my remaining clothes, baring myself fully to Liam. His hungry gaze ate me up. Forget any sensual photoshoots I’d done, this was the sexiest I’d ever felt, with the love of my life’s eyes on me like a caress.
Since he didn’t seem to be moving, I stalked over and grabbed the waistband of his board shorts. With my eyes locked on his, I snapped the button open and let them fall to the floor. Beneath the board shorts, a pair of briefs barely contained his erection. I peeled them down and lowered my gaze. A drop of precum beaded at the head of his cock, and I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped.
“Whoa.” A shudder rippled through him, and he gently pushed me away. “Enough of that or this will be over in two seconds.”
I kissed him softly and let go. He was right. There was no need to rush.
I opened the glass shower cubicle and stepped inside, holding the door open for him to join me. I wet my hair and turned to grab the shampoo, but Liam already had it. He gestured for me to turn my back to him, and when I did, he lathered shampoo in my hair, raking his fingertips over my scalp. I leaned into his ministrations, loving his touch and the pure bliss of a head massage. When he stopped, I rinsed and applied the conditioner myself.
Everything clean and shiny, he backed me against the tiled portion of the wall and dipped his head to kiss the side of my neck. Kiss. Kiss. Then he latched his mouth onto my pulse point and sucked. I arched away from the wall, heat blazing to my core at the knowledge that he was marking me. He brushed another gentle kiss over the spot, soothing it with his mouth, then trailed kisses up the side of my neck and across my cheek.
With another deep, throaty groan, he claimed my mouth. I melted against him, trusting him to hold me up. One of his hands curved around my neck to position me where he wanted, and the other skimmed down my side and rubbed over the mound of my sex. He slipped two fingers between my thighs and stroked.
“Oh!” My hips gave a stuttering thrust. It had been so long since someone touched me like this, and I was sensitive.
