Page 48 of Over the Line

She squatted, which was the only way to get herself wet up to the chest. Her nipples were tantalizingly erect when she stood and faced him. “I thought you were coming in, Sir?”

“I am.” Just as he’d watched her, she shamelessly studied him as he undressed.

Like she had done, he hung his clothes from pine tree branches.

“Nice butt, Sir.”

Her voice held a seductive, feminine purr that turned him on.

He joined her, and before he adjusted to the shiver-inducing shock, the vixen splashed him. “You like to live dangerously.”

“It was an accident, Sir.” Her twinkling eyes proved she was lying.

Determinedly, Michael made a large cup with his joined hands, and he dunked them under the water. Then he took a step toward her, allowing droplets to fall between his fingers.

“Uhm… What are you doing, Sir?” In her attempt to back away, she stumbled.

Swearing, he dumped the water and reached for her, grabbing her upper arms and righting her before she could topple. “That’s better,” he said, hauling her against him.

“It is. Thank you, Sir.”

Michael adjusted his hold, placing one hand above her buttocks, the other in the middle of her back.

“You saved me.” She stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

He turned to slant his mouth over hers.

With a soft sigh, she yielded to him, parting her lips and meeting the thrust of his tongue.

Hungry for her, he demanded her surrender, tasting, taking.

Syndey leaned into him more, looping her arms around his neck. When he ended the kiss, he pressed a finger to her swollen lips. “You look like a proper sub.”

“Looks are deceiving.”

Are they?

Despite her protest, she didn’t pull away.

He set her back from him, just a bit, and looked at her breasts, cradling them before capturing each nipple and rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Closing her eyes, she moaned.

“Are they tender?”

“Achingly so,” she said.

He lowered his head and drew one into his mouth.

“Oh, Sir…”

Holding on tightly to him, she spread her legs and pressed her crotch against his leg.

“Only filthy girls hump like that.”

“Fine. I’m filthy.”

Mine. You’re fucking mine. He flexed his knee so he could help her brace against his thigh.