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The next level of rocks is actually a bench. “Careful,” he says softly as I dip my toes into the warm water and land on the solid surface.
I smile up at him. “Wow. It’s actually really heated.”
“The water is eighty degrees all year round.”
“You’re kidding.”
I step even farther in to stand at the bottom. The water only comes up to my knees, and that’s the exact height of the bench, the warm water just barely skimming over the surface.
I walk toward the edge, peering out over the river. The rush of water is louder now. It trickles and flows, curving its way downstream.
West comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso. I set my hands on top of his and lean back. “I’m glad you like it,” he whispers.
We stay that way for a little while, watching as the sky turns a deeper pink.
Eventually, West breaks away and lowers to his knees. I follow after him, sinking into the heated water. It laps against my navel as I sit back on my calves, moving my arms out to trace the water. “Seems like this would come in handy after a hard workout.”
“Definitely,” he muses. “But I don’t want to talk about football right now.”
I meet his gaze. My question dies on my lips as we connect, the charged air around us intensifying with the heat from the spring. He moves closer.
Like two forces drawn to one another as if by cosmic design, he grabs my hips, pulling me toward him until I’m pressed against his hard length.
Me and West, we’re inevitable. Like sunshine after a rainstorm. Like a clear sky after a fire. We’re here. Exactly where we were always meant to be.
CHAPTERTWENTY
West
I didn’t bringher up here to seduce her, but from the moment she was framed in front of me, staring out over the swift-moving river below, the heated spring teasing the skin of her knees, my body wants nothing else.
Possess her.
Care for her.
Love her.
Those thoughts blink in and out like the countdown to game time, each one passing after the other, bringing with it excitement and expectation. Her hips fit snug against mine, the thin fabric between us leaving nothing to the imagination. In her eyes, I see the mirror image of my own.
“I want you, but tell me to back down, and I will,” I offer, the words flying from my mouth because if I don’t say them now, I’m so overtaken I might not ever say them.
She’s more than I expected. To have someone that sees me, really sees me, makes my heart race. To have someone I can really talk to… There aren’t words.
“Right here?” she asks. Her tongue swipes across her lips, and I watch it with fascination.
I tuck her hair behind her ear, letting my fingertips play over her scar, and she closes her eyes as I memorize every nuance of her face. Once again, I find myself lost for words, and only urge out, “Here.”
I trail my finger down her spine, placing pressure against her lower back. Without thinking, I knead my hand there, using the motion to move her into me in a sultry rhythm.
“Not fair,” she says, lids fluttering. “You know what you do to me.”
My skin buzzes. “I have no idea what I do to you, but I know what you do to me.” I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my fucking life. These rhythmic teases aren’t helping, but I can’t get enough. “You own me, Kenna. If you want me.”
She glances up, her lips slightly parted. The expression on her face is complete vulnerability and wonder. It reminds me of when I made her come on her bed, only making the urge worse.
She places a kiss on my shoulder, working her way across my body to the base of my neck. A groan pours out of my mouth, and I dip my head to catch her lips, waiting until she kisses the stubble on my chin, then the corner of my mouth. I want to feel all of her. Our lips finally meet, and it’s a sweet kiss at first. Control is something I’m very good at, but I’m close to breaking.
I don’t want to break her, though.