Page 137 of Devious Obsession
The jump-off point is plastered inDo Not Jump!signs.Danger! Rocks below!Yet as I peer down at the murky, blue-green water, I can see where the rocks aren’t.
So I just need to aim for that.
Steele catches my arm.
“Let me be reckless!” I swing around, ready to shove him away.
But he’s stripped, too. Even his shoes.
My gaze trips over his tattoos, his abs. His hand trails down my arm, and his fingers lace with mine.
Together, his grip says.
But he doesn’t move until I do.
Two running steps, and then we’re airborne.
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Isqueeze Aspen’s hand as we plunge over the edge of the cliff. I suck in a deep breath and cast a quick glance at her, and then we’re crashing through the surface. The water is cold, but not as bad as it could be for this time of year. It sucks us down quickly, pressing in on all sides.
We both kick, surging back toward air. Her hand slips from mine, but it’s no matter. I feel the heat of her in the water, only inches away. I shake my head, sending water droplets flying everywhere, and reach for her.
She slicks her hair back and wipes her eyes. Her makeup is still intact—barely—and I groan at the thought of the water rinsing her lipstick off my cock.
I know. I shouldn’t be thinking ofthatright now.
But then I decide that we can just have a repeat performance since it was her idea to jump. Her fault if it gets washed away.
I find her waist and haul her closer, until her chest bumps into mine. We’re both treading, our legs avoiding kicking each other.
She tips her head back and eyes the point.
Then she laughs.
Laughs, and it’s goddamn music to my ears.
I kiss her, intent on swallowing her happiness. Maybe it’ll help me be less miserable.
She’s still smiling against my lips. Her hand loops around my shoulders, and her legs wind around my hips.
“You shouldn’t have jumped,” she admonishes quietly. “You have a game in a few hours.”
I shrug off her concern. I wasn’t going to let her go on her own, that’s for fucking sure. I gesture toward the spot we’ve climbed out before, and she unwinds herself from me to swim in that direction. We pass over some rocks—the ones the signs warn about—and get to the ledge.
Aspen tries and fails to hoist herself up.
I swim up behind her and grip her hips, giving her a boost. She pivots and sits on the ledge, her lower lip caught in her teeth. I hop up, too, and then climb to my feet. The path back to our clothes cuts back and forth, and it’s a little rocky. If I hadn’t been wearing dress shoes, I would’ve kept them on.
She had the right idea.
I help her stand, then propel her in front of me. Water sluices off her body. Her nipples are visible through her bra, and I try not to think about the tattoo just under the hemline of her panties. I pull my briefs away from my dick, eyeing it.
The lipstick is still there.
I don’t know why I care that much. But her going under the table at the restaurant shows her daring, and it gives me a thrill all my own.
