Chapter Nineteen
Parker stretched when she got to her car and groaned. Man, she’d kill for a massage. Suddenly a pair of hands were rubbing her shoulders and lips were kissing the back of her neck.
“If this isn’t Ryan, he’s gonna be pretty pissed. But I’m kind of okay with you doing this until he gets here,” she sighed. He nipped the back of her neck and a shudder raced down her spine.
“Like that, do you?”
She turned in his arms and gripped his T-shirt to pull him down for a kiss. His lips were perfect, and she loved the feel of his arms around her waist, pressing her into him.
“How are you doing?” he asked. “You overdid it, didn’t you?”
She made a face but shook her head. “Nah. I’ll be okay. I just need a bath.”
“I have something better,” he said and pulled her toward his car. “Keys?”
She handed them over.
“Kell!” Ryan yelled. “Can you do me a favor and get someone to take Parker’s car home? I’ll drop her off later, so she won’t need it.”
She followed him down a path away from the town and into the trees. “Are you seriously taking me for a hike when I’ve been painting all day?”
“It’s a short hike,” he told her.
“Balgair was right,” she grumbled. “The way to a woman’s heart is with food. So whatever you have planned better involve food.”
He chuckled, pulling her deeper into the trees but following a worn path. “Come on. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Now we’re talking.”
They went down a slope. She heard water falling and then saw it. A gorgeous waterfall with the sun setting at the top of the hill.
“Holy crap, Ryan,” she gushed excitedly. “This is beautiful!”
They went around the large tree and sure enough, there was a blanket with cushions and food laid out on them. There were even towels folded next to the food basket. She stared at the setup and then at him. “When did you do this?”
He shrugged and kissed her nose. “It’s not important. Come on. You’re going to feel better after a swim.”
She watched him remove his T-shirt and stopped breathing. Her entire body had zeroed in on the way his muscles shifted with each movement. His jeans came off next, and he kicked off his boots. Her chest compressed. Holy fuck, the man was a god. He was made to be in nature. His body was an absolute work of art.
He stood there, naked as the day he was born with nothing but a smile on his face. “Your turn.”
“But you already took it all off,” she mumbled. “What is there left for me to take off you?”
He chuckled and walked up to her, tugging her tank top and sports bra over her head. Then he yanked down her yoga pants and undies off along with her socks and sneakers.
She licked her lips and splayed her hands on his chest. “You’re so warm.”
He groaned with every glide of her hands over his pecs. “You’re playing with fire.”
She let out a slow breath. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
He winked. “Not yet.”
Then he dove into the water. She stared after him in shock. “Ryan!” She dipped her toe in the water and pulled her foot back out.
He popped his head out of the water, his hair plastered to his skull. “Come on.”
She shook her head. “Hell no. That water’s cold.”
“You’ll get used to it. It’s not that bad.”
She gave him a look. “My toe almost suffered hypothermia.”
He chuckled and came out of the water, droplets gliding down his body, licking their way to his cock.
She wasn’t ready for what he did next. He picked her up in his arms and tossed her in the water, jumping in after. She screamed but remembered to shut her mouth and hold her breath when she went under. Then she swam up and searched for him. He was laughing by the waterfall.
“Don’t tell me a little cold water is too much for you?” His voice was full of laughter.
“Shut up,” she grumbled. She swam toward him, her muscles not as achy as she’d anticipated with the cold water.
“Cold water is good for muscle restoration,” he said as if reading her mind.
She glared at him and swished a handful of water at his face. “Whatever.”
He grabbed her by the waist and tossed her back into the water. This time, she didn’t bother getting angry. She laughed at the fact he wanted to play and curled her legs around him and rubbed her pussy on his cock. His hands went to her ass, groping and pressing her into his length.
“Parker,” he groaned, kissing her and slipping the head of his cock into her sex. “I want you.”
She moaned at their kiss and ran her nails over the back of his head. “I want you, too.”
She wiggled, trying to take him deep inside, but he pulled back.
“No, love. I get to taste you first.” He licked his lips and pulled her behind the waterfall. There he lifted her to sit on a rock that pushed into the water like a seat. She draped her legs over his shoulders and crossed them at the back of his head.
He gripped her thighs open, pressing his face into her pussy and rubbing it all over her folds.
“Oh god, Ryan!”
Her belly quivered, and she held on to the sides of the rock. He growled, and she almost came on the spot. He tongued her pussy and her clit like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like he’d been deprived for too long, and he was finally getting a chance to take what was his.
He flicked his tongue up and down her slickness, grunting and sucking and nibbling. Tension immediately tightened at her core. She gasped, watching his head move between her legs, her pussy ached to be filled. He sucked her clit between his lips and growled.
She screamed, her body letting go so fast, she felt like a fish out of water, gasping for air. Waves of pleasure made her feel boneless and breathless. She slipped back in the water, kissing and hugging him, but he tugged her back to the blanket.
He stared at her with a hunger she didn’t think possible in another human. She loved seeing the lust in his eyes. “Get on your knees, beautiful.”
She did just that and lowered her upper body down to the blanket. He pressed the head of his cock into her sex, grunting with every inch he went inside her.
“Ryan,” she mumbled. “Deeper.”
He pulled back and then pressed all the way in. She clutched the blanket in her grasp and screamed at the way her pussy stretched around him. He was thick and big. If possible, he was bigger than before. He was balls deep in her, and she could barely breathe.
Then he reared back and drove forth, slamming into her. She whimpered with every drive. Her body pushed back each time he drove forward. It hurt but in such a good way. She bit down on her lip and continued pushing back into each of his thrusts.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “You’re so beautiful.”
She could barely make out what he was saying but his words were sweet, and they filled her with happiness.
He slammed into her harder. And harder. “Tell me you like this,” he grunted. “Tell me you like me fucking you hard and fast, love.”
“Yes,” she gasped hoarsely.