Page 74 of That Rush

His quiet laugh follows me around the last turn.

The trees open onto a clear blue lake cupped between gray peaks. Morning light touches the far shore, and the water is perfectly still. The shore is empty, and the only sound is wind moving across the surface.

I drop his pack beside a flat rock.

Aiden sets mine down and looks from the empty shore to me. “How cold is it?”

“Cold enough to make this interesting.”

I pull my shirt over my head before he can prepare.

Aiden’s gaze follows the shirt before returning to my black sports bra.

“You planned this.”

“I told you we were swimming.”

“You left out a detail.”

I unbutton my hiking shorts. “I assumed you knew how swimming works.”

His attention drops with the fabric as I shove my shorts and underwear down and step free. I hook my fingers beneath the band of my bra, pull it over my head, and straighten. His jaw is tight. We both know this isn’t just a swim.

I step out of my shoes and walk toward the water. “Nudity doesn’t have to be sexual.”

“That may be the least convincing thing you’ve ever said.”

Cold water closes around my ankles. “Some of us are comfortable with the human body.”

“I’m very comfortable with yours.”

I glance over my shoulder. “You’ve seen part of it.”

“I’ve had your thighs spread around my head while you came on my tongue.” His eyes drag slowly down my naked body. “I’ve seen enough to know I want all of it.”

My pussy clenches at the memory of his mouth.

I turn toward the lake before he can see exactly how hard that lands. “Still talking.”

“Still watching.”

I laugh and keep moving until the lake reaches my thighs. The temperature steals my breath, but standing still only makes it worse. I push forward and dive beneath the surface.

The shock hits every inch of me at once. I swim several hard strokes before coming up, gasping as I shove wet hair from my face.

Aiden is naked on the shore.

I forget the cold. I forget everything but the sight of him.

His cock is already half hard, thickening beneath my attention as if he knows exactly where I’m looking.

“Still casual?” he asks.

“Completely.”

He walks into the lake with far less noise than I made, though his shoulders tense when the water reaches his waist. Then he dives, surfacing so close that water droplets spray my face.

“Show-off.”