He drags his hips back and plunges into me again.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out as pleasure courses through my body, the head of his cock dragging against that perfect spot and hitting just right.
The bark abrading my cheek with each thrust.
Christ, I love when he is like this.
Totally unleashed.
Not the stuffy, uptight, billionaire tycoon he has to be do keep Schroeder Outdoors at the top of the Fortune 50 list each year, but who hereallyis at his heart. The boy born and raised in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. The one who never thought he would leave, but somehow, managed to build an empire out of nothing more than an idea for a store that would provide high-end outdoor equipment to people like him—who live forthis.
This is what I want for him.
This kind of freedom.
This kind of joy.
And seeing him like this only makes me love him more.
He swirls his fingers against my clit as he resumes his driving rhythm, designed to push me over the edge harshly and quickly, since we don’t know when we’re going to have company. Maybe coming to the lake wasn’t the brightest idea, but after watching him, I couldn’t wait until we got back to the house to have him fill me.
That’s how it’s been lately…
A burning desire.
A desperate need.
A requirement that he get inside me and stay there.
Today is no different. If anything, seeing him likethatonly makes the craving stronger.
Each snap of his hips, every press of his lips, the light graze of his teeth along my neck and collarbone all ignite the low heat in my core, signaling my oncoming orgasm.
I squeeze around him with every retreat, letting him drill it home with each thrust. He grunts and pushes harder and faster, pummeling me, pressing me against the rough tree bark that bites into my cheek—but I don’t give a fuck if I’m scraped up from this.
I’ll wear it as a badge of honor.
His mark on me.
My orgasm finally hits, exploding like bright fireworks against the night sky. Flashes and sparks of pleasure coursing through me, making my hips buck wildly as he continues to plow into me relentlessly, until he grunts and empties himself in hot spurts.
Blaine stills against me and I sag to the tree, only his strong arm wrapped around my waist keeping me upright. He brushes his lips over my ear. “I love you, woman.”
I swallow thickly through my dry throat. “I love you, too, my sexy lumberjack.”
More laughter floats down the path, and my eyes fly open.
“I think we’re about to have company.”
He chuckles, his warm bare chest rumbling against my back. “I think you’re right. We better get in the water before anybody catches us.”
“Then they’re just going to catch us skinny-dipping…”
“So?” He shrugs and steps back, pulling out of me.
I groan and my pussy clenches at the loss.
He retreats, toes off his boots, and shucks his jeans, tossing them on the rocky beach next to the lapping lake water. “Come on, babe. Quick.”
