already. It’s not even really summer yet. If I can find a nice calm pool, I’m going for a wade.”
A few minutes more saw them safely to the river’s edge. There was no such thing as a picnic area in this park. They tossed their packs on a flat rock, and began to explore. One of the original winches used for the stern wheelers was still in place—rusty and corroded, but a testament to the will and endeavour of those who chose to settle in Northern British Columbia. He chuckled as June gave it an encouraging pat.
The main channel of the river swept by at a furious rate. But here and there small backwashes swirled, trapped among the rocks. Squatting down next to one, she unlaced her boots and drew off her socks, wiggling her toes.
“Are you going to join me?” She swished a hand in the gently moving water and gasped. “Oh, my, that’s freezing!”
“Think I’m scared of a little cold?” he laughed, sitting next to her.
They plunged their bare feet in. He had to suppress a girlish shriek as ice instantly seeped into his bones.
June had no such concern, and squealed loudly. “Good grief! It’s worse than I thought!”
He grinned and dipped in his hands, scooping water up his forearms, washing away the sweat of the hike. “Refreshing, isn’t it?”
“Sure,” she agreed dryly, “although I was thinking more along the lines of bone-numbing.”
“You’re cranky because you’re too hot. Here, let me cool you off.” And without other warning, he doused her with a double handful.
She whooped in shock, frantically plucking the saturated fabric off her body. Alex couldn’t ignore the way the material clung to the slight curve of her breasts, but kept his gaze on her face, waiting expectantly. She stood up, cloudy brown water swirling around her knees, and took a couple of steps deeper into the pool.
“Oh, that’s how you want to play, is it?” she said, dangerously sweet—then paddled swiftly with both hands, sending a solid shower toward him.
He sprang up, face turned from her attack, and dove forward, catching her around the waist and driving her backward. She struggled, flailing strong, lithe arms and legs as he kept a firm grip on her hips. He reversed their positions so she was sitting on his lap, facing him, her knees snugly straddling his thighs. She was soaked and shivering but giggling.
She seized his ears and waggled his head. “You’d better let me up so I can dry off, before I turn into an icicle.”
Water darkened her hair to golden wheat and ran in rivulets down her cheeks. It had started in play, but now a craving filled Alex. He knew he should stop torturing himself with her nearness, choke off the urge to touch her, touch her everywhere. Especially if he couldn’t give her what she’d asked for, what she deserved. But he was unable to resist.
He reached up and took hold of her hands, drawing them down, clasping them between their bodies. Her face was so near he could see a rim of darker blue surrounding the brilliance of her irises.
He closed the distance until his lips brushed hers. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, tasted the faint earthiness of the river and a hint of salt. The suppleness of her buttocks resting on his thighs, her softness pressing against his chest, thrilled him. It was an odd yet glorious sensation, the chilliness of the water and the heat of her body, the warm sun on his shoulders and her cool lips on his. He wrapped his hands in her ponytail and tugged her head back, then traced open mouth kisses down her neck to her collarbone. A deep shudder shook her.
His thoughts clouded over, as silty with sensation as the water swirling around them was silted with sand. She strained her centre against his hardness and bent her head to sketch the whorls of his ear with her tongue. His hands slid down her back to her ass, lifting her, cradling her against him.
He couldn’t get enough of how her body demanded, her lips moved, her tongue darted. She purred
A few minutes more saw them safely to the river’s edge. There was no such thing as a picnic area in this park. They tossed their packs on a flat rock, and began to explore. One of the original winches used for the stern wheelers was still in place—rusty and corroded, but a testament to the will and endeavour of those who chose to settle in Northern British Columbia. He chuckled as June gave it an encouraging pat.
The main channel of the river swept by at a furious rate. But here and there small backwashes swirled, trapped among the rocks. Squatting down next to one, she unlaced her boots and drew off her socks, wiggling her toes.
“Are you going to join me?” She swished a hand in the gently moving water and gasped. “Oh, my, that’s freezing!”
“Think I’m scared of a little cold?” he laughed, sitting next to her.
They plunged their bare feet in. He had to suppress a girlish shriek as ice instantly seeped into his bones.
June had no such concern, and squealed loudly. “Good grief! It’s worse than I thought!”
He grinned and dipped in his hands, scooping water up his forearms, washing away the sweat of the hike. “Refreshing, isn’t it?”
“Sure,” she agreed dryly, “although I was thinking more along the lines of bone-numbing.”
“You’re cranky because you’re too hot. Here, let me cool you off.” And without other warning, he doused her with a double handful.
She whooped in shock, frantically plucking the saturated fabric off her body. Alex couldn’t ignore the way the material clung to the slight curve of her breasts, but kept his gaze on her face, waiting expectantly. She stood up, cloudy brown water swirling around her knees, and took a couple of steps deeper into the pool.
“Oh, that’s how you want to play, is it?” she said, dangerously sweet—then paddled swiftly with both hands, sending a solid shower toward him.
He sprang up, face turned from her attack, and dove forward, catching her around the waist and driving her backward. She struggled, flailing strong, lithe arms and legs as he kept a firm grip on her hips. He reversed their positions so she was sitting on his lap, facing him, her knees snugly straddling his thighs. She was soaked and shivering but giggling.
She seized his ears and waggled his head. “You’d better let me up so I can dry off, before I turn into an icicle.”
Water darkened her hair to golden wheat and ran in rivulets down her cheeks. It had started in play, but now a craving filled Alex. He knew he should stop torturing himself with her nearness, choke off the urge to touch her, touch her everywhere. Especially if he couldn’t give her what she’d asked for, what she deserved. But he was unable to resist.
He reached up and took hold of her hands, drawing them down, clasping them between their bodies. Her face was so near he could see a rim of darker blue surrounding the brilliance of her irises.
He closed the distance until his lips brushed hers. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, tasted the faint earthiness of the river and a hint of salt. The suppleness of her buttocks resting on his thighs, her softness pressing against his chest, thrilled him. It was an odd yet glorious sensation, the chilliness of the water and the heat of her body, the warm sun on his shoulders and her cool lips on his. He wrapped his hands in her ponytail and tugged her head back, then traced open mouth kisses down her neck to her collarbone. A deep shudder shook her.
His thoughts clouded over, as silty with sensation as the water swirling around them was silted with sand. She strained her centre against his hardness and bent her head to sketch the whorls of his ear with her tongue. His hands slid down her back to her ass, lifting her, cradling her against him.
He couldn’t get enough of how her body demanded, her lips moved, her tongue darted. She purred
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