“So…this is you wanting to see me without clothes on?” she challenged, sliding her thumbs beneath her straps.

His hands on his belt paused, and his gray gaze stayed transfixed on her. “If you kept your dress on, that defeats the point of skinny-dipping,” he said.

“Yes, but I recall you saying something about boundaries.” She let one strap fall down her arm. Then the other. “This dress is one tug away from giving you your ‘I’ve Never,’ but then…uh-oh!” She ran her fingertips along the low neckline of her dress, which was getting lower by the second, thanks to gravity. “That would just wreck all those boundaries you like so much.”

A low growl rumbled from his chest as he stared her down. Keeping his eyes on her, he bent to unlace his boots, then he kicked them off. His hands here back at his belt, letting it open completely, and then he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. With the fly spread open wide, she caught a glimpse of his hard cock straining against his boxer briefs.

“My boundaries are growing difficult to keep,” he rasped.

“I can see that,” she breathed. And boy could she. He was big and built in every sense of the word. And those boundaries were getting really annoying, because they were keeping her from seeing all of him. “So tell me then,” she said, holding her dress up with a single arm over her breasts. “What is it you want to do?”

She was tempting him. Trying so hard to get the Ryder that she’d caught a glimpse of to come out and take her up on every naughty thing going through his mind. He just had to give in—something he’d made clear he was fighting.

“What do I want to do?” he said, repeating her question with a venomous smile. “I want to rip that dress off of you and burn it for daring to cover your perfect curves.” He reached into his pocket and took out a condom, then pushed his pants down and off, and stepped from them to stand gloriously naked with the moon shining off his skin. His gray eyes beamed with light, like they were made of liquid silver.

“I want to take you into that water, feel your hot skin chill, then heat up again when I pull you close.” He ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth. “I want to wrap your legs around me and bury my cock as far inside your tight pussy as I can.” He rolled the condom on and took a step toward her. “I want to feel you slick and hot. Feel you surround me. Claw at me. Go wild for me as I fuck you hard and deep. Just the way you like it.”

Another step.

“I want to feel you come on me, gasp for breath, then come again.”

She swallowed but stopped short, because air refused to leave her throat. She was entranced by the hulking, sexy man closing in on her.

“I want to hear you beg,” he said. “And I can assure you that all this will happen, sweetness. But if I reach you before you get to the water, I’ll fuck you right here on the ground, and we’ll have to try this skinny-dipping idea from the beginning again.”

Her muscles swelled with adrenaline. She was prepared to flee, because this kind of chase was another new experience she was dying to try.

“Deal.” She kept a tight hold of her dress as she sprinted toward the water. Heavy footfalls came after her. Just as she got into the water and it hit her waist, Ryder was right there, scooping her up and falling with her into the lake.

They both submerged down. She held her breath as the water fully covered her, and then she shot up, blowing out a hard exhale. Her dress had gathered around her waist. She reached for Ryder, but he was already on her, hoisting her up and locking her legs around his waist like he’d said he would.

“You drive me to the brink, sweetness,” he rasped against her mouth. She tried to kiss him, but he snagged her tongue between his teeth and sucked on it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she gasped at the wicked feel of his slick, hard body around hers.

He reached between them and slid a finger inside her. Thank God she’d forgone panties—something he noticed quickly. He removed his hand and she cried out at the loss.

“You’re a temptress, aren’t you? You like watching me lose control?” With an arm tight around her back, he yanked off her wet dress, and the sound of it ripping to shreds buzzed against her eardrums. She didn’t know where it went, nor did she care. Naughty Ryder had come out to play, and she was ready to take him on.

“I like watching you chase me,” she said, nibbling on his ear, his neck, and licking a line to his jaw.

“Do you like being caught?” He reached between them and positioned his cock at her entrance.

“Right now I do.” She sucked on his collarbone and ran her fingers through his wet hair. “I never liked being caught until I met you.”

He surged inside of her, and she gasped against his wet skin. She licked drops of water off his shoulder, and she bit down on the meaty muscle as he drove in and out of her. He held her up, took all her weight, and sent surge after surge of pleasure through her body.

He tried to move her, lean her back so maybe he could get to her breasts, but she didn’t let him. She was enjoying his skin at the moment and refused to take her mouth from it.

“I love your taste,” she said.

“I want to taste yours. Let me.”

He sucked her neck, tried to go lower, but that meant she’d have to lean away from him. Not going to happen. She pulled him tighter and continued her little bites and licks along his chest.

“Stubborn,” he said and thrust deep while clamping a hand tight around her lower back, causing her to arch. It was enough to make her head come back on a heavy inhale, and he took the opportunity to snag her nipple between his lips and suck.

“Ah! God yes!” She threaded her fingers in his hair and arched even further. The wicked man was playing dirty, fucking her to the point of abandon. And she gave in to him, let him move her however he wanted.

She leaned back so far that the surface of the water felt like liquid sheets against her shoulders, and Ryder just kept his suction on the tip of her breast while pumping hard inside her.

His name was on her lips when her bones began splintering with so much heated pleasure that she felt the sharp shards prick her skin like glass. So intense, so acute, it hurt. But it was a good pain, and she couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t pull him deep enough. It was a battle between such raw bliss and burning lust that she was drowning even though her head was above water.

So she gave in

Let the current take her down while she clung to Ryder.

Release rushed over her, crackling and snapping so hard it rocked her body into second after second of violent shudders. The water flashed cold—ice cold—or her body flashed red hot. The pleasure made her shake and spasm in a way that only Ryder’s arms could contain.

When she finally came down, Ryder kissed her breasts, her neck, her forehead.

“Best skinny-dipping experience ever,” he growled. Then with her wrapped around him and still buried deep, he walked them out of the lake and set her down on the grass.

He hadn’t come. And that was something she wanted to change. She was crazed for him. Wanted her mouth and her hands on him until she drew from him the same pleasure he’d gotten out of her.

When her butt hit the grass, he spread her legs wide, and right before he could settle between them, she pressed the heel of her foot against his hip and pushed him onto his ass.

“What the hell?” he said.

But before he could move, she sprang up and dove between his legs, yanking the condom off and taking him deep into her mouth in one long pull. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he moaned, and his rough hands threaded into her wet hair. He sat, his legs bent and spread, and she was on all fours between them, sucking greedily at his hard shaft.

When she bent further to take him deep, the tips of her breasts drug along his inner thighs and tickled her nipples. Taking all his length deep into her throat over and over was the only time she felt remotely sated. She wanted him more, always more, and now she could be in control and get just that.