He moved his hand to her breast and massaged, the warm water surrounding them, the breeze stirring it, causing little waves to caress them. He moved to her other breast and massaged. She practically purred.
He had to keep his legs moving, though, to keep them from drifting too far from the shore or the campsite. He could envision getting so lost in kissing her that they would drift off and then have to make a long swim back as either humans or wolves. That wasn’t part of his plan for seduction.
She reached down and cupped his buttocks and gave him a squeeze. He kissed her jawline and her neck down to where the water touched it. He was so ready for her, to bring them both to climax. He should have set up the tent first!
“Ready to go in?” he asked, his words rough with need.
“Hmm, and continue this other ‘discussion’ inside the tent?” She smiled at him. “Only if we’re going to do more of this.”
“I love it when we’re both thinking along the same lines.” He kissed her and then released her. “I’ll get the tent set up for a little bit of privacy just in case some boaters happen by.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I would hate to be caught on camera.”
Then they swam in to shore, and once they were standing on their feet, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bench and their beach towels.
“Such a romantic,” she said, kissing the drips of water clinging to his chin. “I love it.”
“Only for you.” He wrapped her in a towel, hating to cover her up but noticing goose bumps from the lake breeze. “I’ll start a fire after we’re done and before we paddle in for the night.” They dried off and spread out their towels on the bench to dry. She helped him with the tent, and it went up in record time. Once inside, he grabbed the sleeping bag, rolled it out, and opened it up. She zipped the tent closed behind them and then they were on the sleeping bag, and without a single word between them, they came together.
He ran his hand over her breasts, his thumb and forefinger rolling a nipple between them, the sweet buds already peaked. He would never tire of this, of her. He slid his hand down her back and then her buttock as they faced each other, resting on their sides on the double sleeping bag.
He bent his head and tasted and teased her nipples with his mouth and tongue. She combed her fingers through his hair and moaned softly as he lavished attention on them.
He swept a hand down her side until he was at her hip, then slipped his hand between her legs. He kissed her as she moved her leg aside for him so he could pleasure her like he’d done before, only this time on an island in the middle of the lake with the loons calling out to each other as the sun began its slow descent into the woods beyond. The water lapped at the shore and the breeze whispered soft caresses against their skin through the screened windows.
He heard the honking of a flock of geese flying high overhead, but the only sound he cared about was the soft gasp Elizabeth made any time he touched her just…like…
That.
Elizabeth’s breath caught, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
Chapter 18
David absolutely bewitched Elizabeth. She couldn’t think of another term that better described the way she felt about him. She had never had much of a sexual appetite for male companionship, and she had figured it was just her. But with David, that was the farthest thing from the truth. She didn’t feel that way about anyone else, only him. A heated gaze, a sexy wink, a smoldering smile, and he had her hooked. And it was good. Oh so good. She deserved this, deserved him.
He began to slide his remarkable fingers over her clit and stroked with precision and finesse, working her up to a climax. It was amazing having this experience with him away from civilization, out in the wild, away from the rest of the pack; it couldn’t have been any more perfect than this.
He claimed her mouth again as he continued to stroke her, and she wanted in the worst way to just say screw it and let’s mate. She kept holding back. Why?
Her mind went blank; what he was doing was taking her to another plane of existence. One filled with exquisite pleasure.
She ran her hand over his hip, feeling his buttock, and he worked on her faster, harder, stroking her to completion.
She cried out, the sound echoing across the lake. It made her feel wild, untamed, and every bit an animal in human form—and she loved it.
Then she was straddling him, stroking him as he ran his hands over her thighs, his fingers squeezing in rhythm with her movement, his face tight with need.
She began to stroke him faster, with just the right pressure, enjoying this as much as she enjoyed coming, the way the fading light fell across his face through the tent’s screen door, the way the sun’s golden rays cast oranges and reds and purples across the rippling lake water.
The loons’ intriguing calls were fading, but she heard the sound of an owl hooting from far away and another answering its call.
Being out here like this was a real joy; bringing David to orgasm, the same. She moved off him, still holding on to his flagpole-stiff erection and continued to stroke him. But she needed to kiss him too. And she did, sliding her tongue in his mouth, and he was sucking on hers, caressing her tongue with his.
“Yes,” David gritted out against her mouth, and then he exploded. He pulled her on top of him and just held her close, cuddling with her within his powerful embrace, and for some time they just lay there, listening to each other’s rapid heartbeats and the sounds of the cicadas singing in the tall grasses in the woods getting more raucous.
“God, this couldn’t have been any more perfect,” David said. “Being here with you.”
“ Just beautiful.” She kissed his cheek.
“Are you ready for me to build a fire? Do you want to roast marshmallows?” he asked.
“Yeah.” She wanted to stay like this forever, just glued to him in an embrace, but she knew they needed to paddle back home. Unless they just stayed out here for the night. “But first, a dip in the lake.”
Then she moved off him, unzipped the tent, shifted into her wolf, and ran off to take a dip in the water to wash off. He shifted in the privacy of the tent, too, and joined her.
When they returned to dry off, they grabbed their towels in their mouths and went into the woods. Two well-trained white dogs, if anyone were watching from a distance. Then they shifted back into their human forms and dried off.
“Did you want to stay the night? Out here?” she asked. Away from the pack. Just the two of them. She hoped he would.
***
“I was hoping you might like to. I brought some oatmeal and brown-sugar oatmeal bars for breakfast, just in case. Bottles of water, no coffee or tea, but we can get that when we paddle the canoe back in tomorrow.” David thought she might like to, but he hadn’t wanted to ask her until she had a chance to see the island for herself first. He remembered taking a girlfriend camping—when he was still human—and she’d abhorred the whole camping experience. The smoke from the fire. No mattress to pad the earth. It had been a bit buggy, hot during the day, rainy, and then cold at night, and she’d only brought a silky nightie. She’d immediately wanted to go to a hotel. So he wasn’t taking it for granted with Elizabeth that she would love the great outdoors, even though she was part wolf.