The water rippled gently, alerting her to his presence, moments before she felt him behind her. His body was warm and hard, a stark contrast to the soothing feel of the water, and the cool of the rock.
He didn’t speak. Instead, he allowed his hands, his mouth, his body to do the talking for him as he pulled her right leg back and up. His lips descended to place heated kisses on her neck and shoulder. Of its own volition, her back arched, encouraging his attentions. No one could get her this hot and wanting. No one, but him.