And realized her fingers were still covered in mud, so now his chest was as well. “Shit.”

She was pulling away when he caught her wrist and stilled her in place. “Don’t go away.”

“But I—”

He tugged her shirt from her other hand, wadded it together with his, and threw them toward the river’s edge.

“Now, where were we?” Gabe caught her hands in his, putting them back on his chest. The warmth of his skin made her fingertips tingle.

The slick of the mud made her smile. “Finger painting.”

Gabe touched his hand to her face. She couldn’t figure out what he was doing until he placed his thumb against the base of her throat and stroked a line down her skin.

Leaving a trail of mud behind.

Her happiness rose as she copied him. Taking a small messy lump from one place and using it to decorate him. She stroked his ribs, traced around his nipples. Made a tribal tattoo of her very own design on his biceps.

He returned the favour. His touch light on her skin. Over her breasts, the length of her collarbone. Sometimes fingertips, sometimes he’d flip and use the back of his knuckles.

All the time, teasing. Caressing. Making her skin come to life and heat impossibly considering they were standing hip deep in the river, and the water wasn’t that warm.

She reached for the button on his jeans, popping it open and loosening the top of the zipper.

“Allison, wait.” He escaped before she could do anything else.

If it wasn’t childish, she would have pouted. “But I don’t want to.”

Gabe laughed. Full out and full of life and energy. The sun shone on him and made his body, and the mud she’d traced on him, glow.

He shook his head. “I’m not stopping us. Just getting distracted. And as much fun as the mud is, it’s not a part of the next portion of the day.”

They both worked at stripping off their final layers, clothes abandoned along the river’s edge. Allison had to sit in the mud to peel her jeans off, cowboy boots filled with water and abandoned with the rest.

She was down to her underwear and hesitating when a large palm slapped her butt, and she let out a scream.

“Get yourself naked, woman.” Gabe trailed his hand over her hip and caught the edge of her panties in his fingertips. “Or do you need help?”

Allison snorted inelegantly. “Now you ask. Where were you two minutes ago when my boots were stuck?”

“Watching your ass wiggle.”

“Gabe!”

“It’s a fine ass. It needed watching.”

He tugged lightly and the material slipped down her thigh, her heated core aching for more of what she’d gotten earlier. More of Gabe doing wonderful things to her. With her.

He’d already lost all his clothes, and his cock stood high and hard to his belly, moving as he did. She was tempted to reach for him. To stroke and tease, but her hands were still covered in muck. “Don’t suppose you want me to finger paint anywhere else, now do you?”

Gabe knelt as he finished pulling her panties down. “No, thanks. Not my kinda kink.”

“Hmmm, mud sex.” Allison squirmed as she reached behind her to get rid of her bra.

His gaze darted over her body, admiration on his face as she dropped her bra and stepped out of her panties.

“Damn, woman, you’re gorgeous.” His lips made contact with her belly button. Well, just to the side where there was a clear patch of skin.

“That’s going to be a tough task—sticking to the clear spots.”

“Then we’d better get cleaned up.” He whooped as he stood. Two strong arms wrapped around her, swinging her in the air before he strode back into the water.

Her bare butt hit the surface of the river and she gasped. “Oh God. It’s colder than before.”

Gabe snorted. “Stop complaining. You’re not the only one getting slammed in sensitive places.”

Allison tucked her head in tight and squealed as he deliberately fell, twisting to land on his back, soaking them both. They separated, floating apart, and she rubbed her hands together to remove the leftover mud.

She bobbed to the surface and was caught from behind in his embrace.

“That’s my job you’re doing.”

Allison lay against him. “Don’t let me stop you.”

The water was cold, but his hands still managed to heat her like crazy. He started at the top and worked his way down. Palms smoothing over her skin, brushing the mud loose, the clear running river carrying away the debris.

What didn’t leave was the tingling sensation that came well before his touch. He looped to the right, and her left side ached in longing. He stroked along her ribs, and she grew breathless in anticipation for him to move on to her breasts.

It was one long session of foreplay countered by the cold of the water and the heat of his body supporting hers. And by the time all traces of the mud were gone, she was both a quivering mass of expectancy and totally boneless from relaxation.

She rolled, slipping her hands around his neck. Her naked breasts pressed to his chest, nipples poking him lightly. “Skinny dipping. You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”

Gabe held her, his palm planted firmly in the center of her back to keep their bodies in tight contact. “Where else can you have good clean fun for this price?”

Allison cupped his cheek, wiping away the final bit of mud that clung to his skin. “Frugal and fun. Double win.”

She leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. Addictive. She was positive that she’d had enough and then she’d spot his mouth and need another taste all over.

Their torsos were touching, but his hips moved away from her as he supported them, kicking slowly across the smooth water of the swimming hole. She was too interested in nibbling on his lower lip to worry much about where they were going, at least until he changed their position and lifted her into his arms, stepping forward and out of the water.

She managed to break off the kiss. “Time to go?”

“Hell no. Only I’d have to have bionic body parts for the next part of the adventure to work.”

Allison wrapped her arms around his neck, looking where he was taking her. “Drat, why didn’t I see the grassy section earlier?”

“Because we needed a little mud bath. Don’t worry, this works out fine in my books.” Gabe twisted her to the side and lowered her. The warm surface of something dry and solid hit her backside, and she glanced down.

“Oh, nice tree. You have all the angles figured out, don’t you?”

Gabe settled her completely on the fallen tree trunk, the section where she sat smooth and time worn. It was as close to a bench as anything she’d seen, only far more rustic. And far sturdier, since it extended three times the distance of a regular bench.

“I think I have all the angles. Just let me see to be sure.”

He slid his hands up her thighs, pausing with his thumbs resting at the junction where leg met body, fingers extending around toward her butt. One more kiss. Still one more, as all the while he stroked her softly. The light breeze made her shiver, but with the sun full on them she dried quickly.

Gentle but firm Gabe slipped his hand along her thighs and pressed them to the side. Stared down at her, his breath gusting past her cheek. “Oh yeah, I think I got the angles figured out exactly right.”

He knelt and his mouth was level with her hips. He kissed the inside of her right leg, and the shiver that followed had nothing to do with the weather. Everything to do with the temperature in her core that was rapidly rising.

He traced his tongue along the inside of her leg until he was inches away from her mound. Allison wasn’t sure this was the best idea ever or the worst. “What if someone comes?”

Gabe chuckled, his eyes shining as he looked up at her. “Well, I certainly hope someone comes.”

“Turkey.”

“Gobble, gobble, gobble.”

She was laughing when his mouth covered her, and the slick of his tongue between her folds was enough to twist the sound into a moan. He brought his hand up and opened her, tracing her labia, following with his tongue. Teasing and testing, all the while avoiding direct contact with her clit until she was on edge and ready to hit him.

“Tormenter.”

“Tell me what you want.” He spoke against her core, the words vibrating and teasing even more.

“Fuck me with your fingers. Suck my clit.”

He grinned. “You’re sexy when you’re all bossy like that.”

He slid a finger into her, and she squeezed around him involuntarily. It felt so good, and yet not enough. Not nearly enough.

“More.”

When he was too slow to move, she moved for him. Grabbed his head and tugged until he stopped the slow circle around where she wanted him most. Gabe hummed, the buzz of his mouth warning her a second before he finally, finally touched down on her clit.

He thrust again. This time the movement felt thicker, more pressure. He must have added a finger, or she was getting closer to exploding. The speed of his thrusts increased, the angle changed and—

“Oh my God, do that again.”

Whatever he was up to made it nearly impossible for her to catch her breath. Made her gasp for air as stars floated in front of her eyes. He caught hold of her clit with his tongue and flicked it again and again, and with his teasing touch deep inside she trembled on the edge of her climax.

It was raw, and slightly rough. Perched on the stump of a tree, sunshine all around them. The sound of the woods showcasing how wild they were, fully naked in the middle of the morning. She hadn’t felt this alive in forever, and when he sucked and stretched her on three fingers, she lost it. Waves of pleasure slammed into her, jerking her body. Taking her and tossing her so hard she had to cling to him to keep from sliding off into a puddle on the ground.

He slowed. Planted kisses on her sensitive flesh. Fingers moving slower until the last of the internal pulses died away.

Her head was spinning as Gabe rose before her, brushing his hand over his mouth. “You like the angles I worked out?”

Oh yeah. But they weren’t done. Not if she had anything to say. “You got half your math just fine. Now come here.”

He leaned over her willingly, their torsos brushing lightly as their lips met. She tasted herself on him, and the pleasure that he so willingly gave made her even more determined to not leave him wanting.

Allison grasped his waist, loving the play of the firm muscles under the skin—the way when he twisted slightly the bands wrapping around his torso rose, and she could follow the lines down to his hips. That sexy line she loved to touch.

When she caught his cock in her hands, he groaned into her mouth. “No condoms.”

“Don’t worry. I think I can figure out the angles as well.”

She pressed him away and slipped off the stump.

“What’re you up to?” Gabe asked.

“Wrong direction.” She tugged, and he followed her lead as she pivoted him and brought him against the stump. He tilted his head, smiling but confused as she leaned in briefly to kiss him. Then she snuck back before he could pin her in place.

She kissed his chest. Bent a little lower to trace around his nipple with her tongue. Licked his ribs, and nibbled her way down his body until there was no way he could misinterpret her intentions.

“Oh fuck, Allison.”

His cock was right there, rock solid, a bead of moisture shining along the slit. Allison encircled the base with her hand to hold him steady. Then she licked, taking in his flavour, loving the sounds of his near-tortured groan.

She rested on the grass, the soft earth beneath her knees cradling her comfortably. When she looked up, Gabe had braced himself on the stump, one hand on either side as he leaned back and watched intently.

A memory teased her. “You remember me doing shots with your cousins?”

He nodded.

“The first drink I grabbed was called a Cowboy Cocksucker.”

“Ha! No wonder you were beet red.” He let out a satisfied moan as she stroked his length. “No need to blush now. I’m the only one watching.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t say something stupid like ‘you know, you don’t have to do that…’” Allison teased.

“Hell no. I’m not an idiot.” Gabe leered at her. “Any time you want to give me a blowjob, you let me know and I’ll be willing to sacrifice the time to oblige you.”

“I bet you would.”

He rocked his hips, slipping his cock through her clenched fist. “You going to start on that any time soon?”