Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Enzo stares at me, and I look away as I reach down for the jacket, picking it up and pulling it on. The light from outside of the restaurant shines over part of the lake, lighting it up as if the moon itself sits over it. Enzo holds the kayak for me so I can climb in, and then he gets in behind me and starts rowing.
It’s weirdly peaceful out here tonight, the kind of silence that puts your soul at ease.
“So, where did you ladies get to tonight?”
I blink, and then my eyes widen a little. “Ah, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. We were at the fire.”
“Ah, but you weren’t. I went down there to find you, and the other girls said you went for a walk.”
Shit.
No point in lying.
He’ll be able to tell.
“We may, or may not, have gone and looked at the murder barn.”
He pauses in his rowing, the water gliding over the paddles as he rests them in the water. “You didn’t go in, did you?”
“God no. Absolutely not. We just wanted to see it. There were some noises out there and we got scared off.”
“What kind of noises?”
“Ah, like rustling. In the tree.”
He doesn’t say anything, and I wish I could see his face.
“You shouldn’t go out at night alone; we can’t help you if we don’t know where you are.”
“Right,” I murmur. “Sorry.”
“Hmmm, you will be.”
My eyes get big again.
I will be.
What is that supposed to mean?
Oh boy.
I can’t wait to find out.
“IT’S SO PEACEFUL OUT here,” I say as we sit in the middle of the lake on a kayak, nothing but the distant light to shine the way. The water so still, it is soothing as it carefully rocks the boat, just enough to make you feel incredibly at ease.
Enzo puts the paddle down.
“Turn around.”
I hold the sides of the kayak and slowly turn my body, so I’m facing him. His big legs run down the sides of my body, and I place my legs in the little gap between us.
“Have you ever been fucked in the middle of a lake on a kayak?”
I stare at him, completely speechless for a moment, before I finally manage to stammer, “Ah, no. Have you?”
“Been fucked? No, sweetheart.”
I nervously giggle.
God damned weed.
It turns me into an airheaded girl.
“Is there a particular reason you’re asking me this question?”
God.
I sound like an idiot.
“That depends.”
I swallow. “On what?”
“Do you want to be fucked in the middle of a lake on a kayak?”
Oh.
Yes.
“Yes,” I say, my voice low and sultry.
“There is one condition, though.”
I bite my bottom lip.
I can’t see his face clearly, just the outline, but that doesn’t mean I can’t see his arm move and his hand land on my knee, gently pushing it so it falls down and my legs open. He runs a finger up the middle of my thigh.
“What?” I ask, my voice tight.
“You get on, you fuck me real slow, because if we fall out, there is no round two.”
My heart skips a beat.
“That seems awfully unfair.”
He grins, I see the flash of teeth. “It’ll only make you work harder. The floor is yours, angel.”
Angel.
God. The man is full of all the right words.
I can only imagine how many women he’s said the same thing to, and how many women have jumped on him just as I’m about to. I’m not against nice words, hell, I’ll take them if it means the end result is as delightful as I know this will be. Hell, we both want the same thing, that much is clear.
I reach for my lifejacket and carefully unclip it, shrugging it off. With trembling fingers, I take the hem of my dress and pull it up and over my head. I toss it behind me before reaching around to unclip my bra. With a little maneuvering, I remove my panties until I’m sitting before him, completely naked.
If I fall out...yeesh, it won’t be pretty, especially now I’ve taken the jacket off. I mean, I can swim, and I think I’m coherent enough to be able to stay afloat, but still. I make an extra mental note to be very damned careful what I’m doing.
“I can’t fuckin’ see you, so I’m goin’ to need you to feel your body and tell me exactly what I’m missing out on.”
I swallow and my hand goes to my breast, cupping them. “My breasts are full, heavy, my hand fits perfectly over them, like they were made for me.”
He growls. “Keep going.”
I hear shuffling as he removes his shirt.
Oh god.
This is hot.
This is so fucking hot.
“My nipples are hard, they’re only small, and I can already tell you they’re pink, like a blossoming rose.”
He exhales a ragged breath.
I slide my hand down my belly. “My tummy is soft, but flat. I have this little belly button that pokes in, and it gives me the sweetest sensation when I touch it.”