Page 40 of Risks of Temptation

She gasps.

"Hmm?" I ask and move my other hand with the soap under the other side.

"No. I'm sorry," she whispers.

"Put your face in the curve of my neck."

"Ummm..."

What am I doing?

Don't let her.

She leans into my neck and holds me tighter.

"If you were a little girl, I wouldn't be doing any of this," I say in English then switch to French. Every dirty thought in my head, I release into the universe.

I move the soap across her ass cheeks then underneath her, to the front of her suit bottoms. I pull my right hand out and move it into the front of her bikini.

She gasps when I touch her clit.

Continuing in French, I utilize the soap and slowly rub her and murmur, "If no one were around, I'd lick every inch of your pussy, right here, right now. And when you came, I'd suck this gorgeous clit of yours until you came again."

She whimpers in my neck, her hot breath sinking into my skin.

I reach up and guide one of her arms down and shove her hand in my pants, positioning it so she's gripping my erection. In French, I tell her, "I want your sexy little mouth on my cock, sucking my hot juice. Then I want to fill your ripe, tight pussy with it."

"Oh God," she mumbles in a raspy voice, then louder, "Oh God!"

I move the soap quicker. "Shhh, my little ma belle. Bite my neck if you have to."

She whimpers again. Her body trembles in my arms. She squeezes my erection, and her teeth dig into my flesh.

"That's it, my little ma belle," I murmur in her ear.

Her heart thumps hard next to mine. I inch my pinky into her sex.

I was right. She's so tight.

I groan. I rub the soap over her clit again and return to French. "This time when you come, I'm going to pretend my finger is my cock, and you're clenching it with your hot, wet pussy."

She moves her fingers over my shaft, exploring it while panting near my collarbone.

In French, I brush my lips on her ear, "I haven't even told you how amazing your breasts are. If I'm ever allowed to have all of you, I'm going to show you how every part of your body is meant to have pleasure."

"Malin," she moans as her walls spasm around my finger and her body climaxes, quivering around me.

"Guys, you need to come back. We need to talk," Hunter barks from the edge of the river.

I freeze while she tries to catch her breath in her aftermath. I slide my hands out of her bottoms and put the soap back in my pouch. She slowly pulls her head out of my neck. Her gorgeous face is flushed pink. Her blue eyes look lust drunk and satisfied at the same time, which only makes me ache to fuck her more.

I switch to English. "Let's get something straight before we go back."

"What?" she pants.

"You're the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on. But it doesn't change the facts, nor does it mean I think you're a child. I'm forty-five. That makes me a dirty old man where you're concerned. And your sister may want to keep you in a bubble, but I selfishly would, too, if you were mine. Hell, you're not even mine, and I want to. You're sweet and sinfully sexy. But there's a lot of evil out there. I don't want you to know about it because it's painful and dangerous. And you only deserve happiness and safety."

"I know all about evil," she blurts out.

I stroke her cheek. "Whoever harmed you, ma belle, will pay. Tell me, and I will make sure of it."

She closes her eyes, and a tear drips down her cheek. She whispers, "I can't."

I kiss her tear. "We have to get back. When you're ready to tell me, I'm here." I carry her to shore and dry her off, then myself, and give her a piggyback ride through the trees back to camp.

I tell myself I need to jump back over the line I've crossed with her. But I'm screwed. There's no way to undo what I've done with her.

My craving for her, and to help her heal from whatever it is that happened to her, only grows. Before the guys and I meet, I already know I'm leaving with her tonight. She may not be mine, but no one will use her for whatever it is they are planning behind closed doors.