Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(35)

“Not going to take off the panties?” he asks, his voice a little rough.

“I thought keeping them on made things more interesting.” Slowly I approach him, the roar of the waterfall becoming louder and louder as I come closer to Max. The water is waist high, then chest high, and he grabs me, hauling me to him, his hands automatically going to my butt as he slides his palms up and down my curves.

“Very interesting. And flimsy. Though I thought we were skinny-dipping,” he murmurs just as he bends his head, his mouth connecting with mine.

I run my hands up his wet chest, parting my lips, allowing his tongue entry. A moan escapes me when he hauls me in close and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his erect cock poking against my backside. “Take them off then,” I encourage when I break away from his hot, delicious mouth.

One hand goes to the thin band of my thong and he tugs, tearing the lace away from my body. A gasp escapes me and he’s pulling the ruined panties off me, balling them up into his hand and tossing them over the water, where they land on the shore, right by my flip-flops.

I stare at the balled-up underwear on the ground before I turn back to look at him, my lips parted, gaping at him like an idiot. He smiles and grabs hold of me, pulling me farther into the water, and I have no choice but to swim with him.

“Let’s go f*ck under the waterfall,” he says, and I laugh at him, shaking my head.

“We don’t have a condom. Unless you have one tucked under your balls,” I tease, making him chuckle.

“That I don’t. I have one in the pocket of my shorts, though.” He glances at the shore once more, where his shorts lie in a heap. “Guess we’ll have to improvise.”

“Guess so,” I say, my heart racing at the thought.

Can’t wait to see what he comes up with.

Chapter thirteen

Max

LILY LOOKS LIKE A WATER NYMPH, sexy and naked, droplets of water scattered all over her skin and clinging to her eyelashes and her hair slicked back. Her breasts bob in the water, offering me teasing glimpses of her dark pink nipples, and they’re hard as diamonds¸ tempting me to lick and suck and make her crazy out of her mind with wanting more.

She likes it when I suck her nipples. She likes it when I do anything to her. She’s so damn responsive. I know she liked it, too, when I tore her panties off her body. They probably cost a fortune but I don’t give a shit. It felt good, showing such aggression, showing her what I can do.

Hell, I felt like a show-off carrying her down the trail to this spot. She complained she might weigh too much, but give me a break. She’s light as a feather. And despite how hot it is, it still felt good having her pressed so close to me. Her mouth at my neck, her breasts crushed against my back, her legs clamped around my hips. She’s warm and soft and fits perfectly in my arms, against my back …

Too damn bad the condoms are stuffed in my shorts pocket and I was too stupid to remember to grab one and bring it with me into the water. Now I can’t f*ck her properly like I want to under the waterfall.

Guess we really will have to improvise. Eventually I’ll carry her back to shore, grab a condom, and f*ck her in the shallow end. Hell, if I can stand it. I’m afraid she might wear me out by the end of the first go-round.

She splashes water in my face and pushes her body beneath the surface, headed toward the waterfall. I follow after her, my arms slicing through the water as I easily catch up with her. She’s a good swimmer, a talent I figured she was lacking considering what happened when I rescued her out of the ocean.

“So you really can swim,” I say when I capture her in my arms and haul her in close to me.

An indignant gasp escapes her and she slugs my shoulder. “What makes you say that?”

“After your little tumble in the ocean a few days ago, I figured you were a beginner at best.” I grab hold of her injured hand and examine it. The bandage is gone and it looks like the wound is healing nicely. “Still bother you?” I ask.

She slowly shakes her head. “It’s a lot better.”

“Good.” I bring her palm up to my mouth and kiss it, noting how her eyes fill with heat when my lips touch her skin. “That was a scary moment.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What happened, anyway?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs, turning her head to stare at the waterfall. “One minute I was fine and the next, I was being swept away, along with the tide. I couldn’t get my bearings, I couldn’t rise above the water, and I started to panic.”

The worst thing that can happen when something goes wrong while underwater—panicking. “Glad I was there,” I say, knowing we’ve had a similar conversation already but feeling like it needs to be said. She’d come close to death that afternoon.

“I’m glad you were there, too.” She returns her attention to me, her voice going soft, as does her body, since she seems to melt into me. I gather her closer, my gaze dropping to her breasts, the way they’re pressed firmly against my chest, water drops making wet paths all over her abundant flesh. “I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Yeah?” I skim my index finger along her temple, her cheek. Her skin is sleek from the water and chilled, her cheeks and lips redder than normal.

“Oh yeah.” Her smile turns sultry and she circles her arms around my neck, her fingers diving into the wet hair at my nape. “You’ve made my solo vacation infinitely more interesting.”