But what do you think, Harmony?
Or as Zach asked me: What do you want?
Zach clears his throat, a goofy half smile crossing his face. “Harm, you gonna do this with me? I don’t want to get naked and jump in the water all alone if you’re just gonna leave me with my cock hanging out.”
“I will,” I say. “But this is just skinny-dipping swimming. I’m not ready for…you know. Sex.”
Zach laughs heartily. “Who said anything about sex?”
For as much sex as the man oozes, he’s sure been blessed with a healthy amount of self-control.
Or maybe he’s the one who has me thinking dirty thoughts, and not the other way around.
I strip off my clothes quickly. Without checking for Zach’s reaction, I find a deep pocket of the creek and wade in so he can’t see me naked. The water is so crystal clear and pristine, I can see straight to the sandy bottom. The cold shocks my nerves, but after I’m in for half a minute it feels amazing, therapeutic even.
Zach tosses his sunglasses and boxer briefs off and turns around.
I try to stop my jaw from dropping all the way into the water, but Zach is standing right in the golden light of the sun as the last rays of the day sneak through the forest and hit him strategically. His broad chest narrows at his waist, the hard V carving into his hips like an ancient Roman statue.
Running toward me, he dives into the water where I’m squatting.
An inadvertent moan escapes me when I feel his lips and his hands on my legs, spreading kisses on me underwater.
“Oh my, Zach,” I utter, reaching a hand into the water and caressing his wet hair.
I can feel his lips and his tongue dragging across the flesh of my legs as he uses his hands on the back of my upper thighs to pull his kisses closer to my core.
My insides coil in the best way, and the contrast of the cold water and the heat from Zach’s body sends me reeling in pleasure. I arch my back, loving the feel of his rough hands on my smooth skin.
His rough-to-the-touch hands are in direct contrast with his sensitive kisses and the pliant tongue tickling the inside of my thighs.
So like Zach.
Just when I wonder how he’s still holding his breath, he comes up for air and inhales deep breaths.
“That was fun,” he smirks, resting his hands on my legs.
“You’re not worried about, you know, breathing?” I grin hazily at him.
He shrugs. “Breathing is overrated. Especially when I get to feel you quivering like that.”
“Was I quivering?” I ask, tilting my head.
“No, but you will be,” he growls and dives back into the water.
This time, he starts higher up on my thighs. Within seconds, he’s tonguing my clit, the heat of his mouth sending bolts of hot pleasure to my core.
“Oh for the love of . . . Zach,” I mutter, realizing he can’t hear a damn word I’m saying. Wrapping his hands around my hips and ass, he licks me with the same fiery intensity I saw him staring at me with that very first night, before I even knew his name.
“That’s your third talent, isn’t it?” I mumble.
He looks up and smirks. “How’d you guess?”
He licks me again and my toes curl and I tremble, thrashing around in the water, needing any anchor to hang on to.
There’s nothing around except for Zach. I grip the back of his neck as I try not to fall completely over onto him.
I might be fucking his face, but I feel like the one going for a ride, splashing all around me in the glass-clear water.
His hold on my hips tightens to a vise grip. He stands up but brings me with him, so my legs are on his shoulders.
I let out a half scream, half moan, as I launch up into the air and out of the water.
Sucking in breaths—because let’s face it, he’s a liar and he does need air—Zach carries me over to a rock, sets me down, and runs a finger over my clit while I kneel over him.
Desire floods me to the core. Above water, he’s even more enthusiastic than he was below.
That such a clearly dominant man can be so sweet and gentle boggles my mind, but I can barely form coherent thoughts as my pleasure builds. I moan and writhe and he adds tongue into the mix, with his fingers.
A few minutes later, he draws kisses up my stomach until he reaches my belly button. He looks up at me, not having lost an ounce of the fire in his eyes.
“I love making you sing,” he growls.
Collapsing in laughter, he lays to the side. I get on top of him, and my head falls on his chest. He wraps his arms around me.
He looks at me, biting his lip and trying to keep a straight face, but he can’t do it. Relief pours through me as I feel the vibrations of his belly laugh reverberating through me, until finally I manage to put on a straight face. Sitting on him, he lets me pin down his arms. Still naked, I can feel his hardness brush against my leg as I straddle his stomach.
“Oh yeah? Well, I bet you can’t make me sing again,” I mewl.
“I’ll only tell you this one time, Harm,” he says back. “Never underestimate me.”
“Well, I won’t underestimate that tongue, that’s for sure,” I answer.
Zach smirks, flipping me onto my back again. He bites his lower lip as he stares at me. Chills roll through me, and I feel a little bit like he’s the Big Bad Wolf and I’m the one who’s about to get eaten.
“Relax, Harm,” he growls as he repositions himself between my legs. I lie flat on my back while he takes both of my legs in his hands and spreads them apart, kneeling in between them. Inadvertently, the tip of his cock lands on my clit and a soft moan escapes me.
“Oh, but Zach . . .”
His eyes roll back in his head as his tip glazes my clit.
“We’re not doing this yet,” Zach growls, his voice resolute. But with the way he’s rubbing his tip over my slick opening, my resolve is wearing down.
“I know,” I say through a haze of pleasure as I reach my hands back, wishing I could grasp onto a pillow, an anchor, anything. “We can’t.”
But there’s nothing above me, just flat rock, so all I can do is arch my hips up into the hot, hard flesh of his cock.
“No. We definitely can’t,” he echoes.
Wanting him, needing him more than I’ve ever needed anyone.
Pulling my hips up farther, he runs his tip up and down my opening.
“Stop teasing me,” I beg. “That’s not fair.”
“But it feels so damn good to tease you, Harm,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
I bite my lip, dropping my eyes to his abdomen and the rest of his gorgeous body. Zach is the definition of masculine power with his hard demeanor, big muscles—and big everything—and this makes his gentleness so surprising. He’s like a big bear you know could tear you apart, but doesn’t.
The edges of where Zach’s touch ends and I begin blur, and I exhale a hard breath of pleasure.
Through my fog of desire, Zach’s question lingers, something no one else has asked me and really meant.
What do you want, Harmony?
I want Zach. The voice seeps into my mind, a soft whisper.
Reaching forward, I grasp the side of his leg to feel him jutting back and forth, teasing me more than I thought was possible. Part of me wants him inside me so bad.