“Come on.” I laugh as I swim. “The water is beautiful.”
With a shake of his head, he takes his shirt off and throws it to the side. I laugh as I float on my back. He begins to wade into the water.
“Take your shorts off.”
“No way in hell am I offering my d**k as live bait for a f*****g eel,” he barks.
He wades to me and takes me into his arms. The water is cold and fresh, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
The moonlight is beaming off the water, and he smiles as he kisses me gently. “You’re crazy, Emily Foster.”
“And I love you.” I smile up at him. This does feel crazy . . . crazy good.
“You better.” His lips dust mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist as I feel my arousal wake from its slumber. Our kiss turns passionate. “I think we need to christen the lake,” I whisper up at him.
