Page 11 of Spring Fling
Good. It’s still here. The semi-secret hot spring.
Her bright eyes widen. “It’s gorgeous.”
“It’s a local secret. Most weekend nights it’s packed with high schoolers looking for a place to canoodle.”
“And on week nights.”
I make a sweeping gesture with my arm. “As you can see, the coast is clear.”
“Sometimes it pays to be a grown-up.”
Once again, I laugh. I’ve done more of that tonight than I have in years. It’s all thanks to this woman who has paused on a boulder at the springs ledge with a brow furrowed.
“I didn’t pack a swimsuit.”
Oh. Shit. In my excitement to bring her here, I didn’t exactly think about that.
“Well.” I scratch the back of my head. “We could go in wearing our underwear.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten where my underwear is?”
I can feel my cheeks burn hot. Sheepishly, I reach into my pocket and hand them to her. Our fingers brush as I do. A jolt of hot electricity shoots through me.
“Thank you.” She twirls a finger. “Now turn around so I can have a little privacy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Much as I’d like to get a good look at this gorgeous woman, I’m a patient man. I can wait until we’re in the springs.
I take the opportunity to remove my own clothes. When I hear a small splash, I turn toward the spring, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
My breath catches as I take in the sight.
Fuck.
A black lace bra hugs her curves. Her skin glows in the moonlight, every inch of her looking so soft, so beautiful it’s a good thing there’s a nip in the night air. Otherwise, I’d be pitching a tent in my boxers.
Momentarily stunned, I can’t move. I can only stare in appreciation. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
“Not in a few minutes.” Her lips twitch. “Are you going to come in before the water gets cold?”
Shaking my head with a fresh smirk on my lips, I slide into the water. The warmth envelopes me, sinking into my body.
As if I wasn’t already hot and bothered just being in this woman’s presence.
“So,” she tilts her head playfully. “Did you bring your first-date cards for this too?”
I bark out a laugh. “Unfortunately, I left them in the truck."
“That’s a shame. I guess we’ll have to improvise.” She grins wickedly. “Truth or dare?”
I groan dramatically. “That’s just asking for trouble.”
“Oh, are you a chicken?”
My eyebrow arches in challenge. “Never."
I settle back against a warm rock and nod. “Alright, hit me.
