Tiger held her hand and led her into the water. She gasped a little at the chilly water but it wasn’t too bad. He waded in deeper as she trailed behind him until he sat on a rock beneath the moving water near the opposite embankment. Firm hands turned her to face away from him and he tugged her down on his lap. He adjusted her legs to the outside of his, spread both their knees apart with his, and one hand slid to cover her pu**y.

Her back pressed tight against his warm chest as his fingers played with her clit. A soft growl heightened the pleasure she experienced at his touch. The water was chilly but his body wasn’t.

“You’re so wet,” he rasped, brushing a kiss on her shoulder. One of his arms hooked around her waist and lifted her.

A gasp escaped her as he lowered her straight onto his hard cock. The sensation of being filled by him was amazing. He continued to stroke her cl*t as his h*ps bucked upward, f**king her slowly. Zandy gripped his biceps just for something to cling to. He moved her easily up and down on his lap with his arm. All she could do was lean back, enjoying him.

“I love what I feel inside you when I do this, Zandy. You grip and squeeze me the more excited you become and you’re so hot and wet. We’re in water and you’re the one soaking me.”

The water was level with her ni**les and every time he lifted her, they hit the air and tightened painfully. Her entire body tensed as she prepared to come but he seemed to know that. He stopped rubbing her cl*t to just tap the bundle of nerves. It was torment.

“Please, Tiger!”

His arm tightened around her waist and he pounded his h*ps up, using the rock behind him to support his back as he braced his feet on the creek bed. His fingertip pressed down on her cl*t and he f**ked her faster. Raw ecstasy gripped her. She moaned louder and bucked her hips, just trying to keep some sense of control, but Tiger wouldn’t have it. He f**ked her even faster, harder, and frantically strummed her clit.

Zandy threw her head back against his shoulder and cried his name when the cl**ax struck. Her vaginal muscles quivered from the force of how hard she came. Tiger’s body seized, every muscle seemed to turn rock hard where she was against him or gripping his arms, and he threw back his head. The animalistic roar that filled the woods was extremely loud.

Hot jets of his se**n filled her as his body jerked under hers. The roar cut off and his hand left her cl*t to wrap around her br**sts until he hugged her tightly to his chest with both arms.

“Zandy,” he rasped.

“Tiger,” she panted, out of breath.

His mouth nuzzled her throat and his hot tongue licked her skin. It made her shiver in a good way, only amplifying the after-sex glow. The water felt good now on their overheated bodies as they both relaxed.

“Do you think someone will come from Reservation to investigate? We were kind of loud.”

Tiger shook his head. “We’re far enough away from the wall where the officers patrol for them not to have heard us.”

“Good.” The idea of officers swarming the area looking for the source of the noises made her inwardly cringe. His assurance put her at ease.

“I could stay inside you forever.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” She smiled.

“We need to get out of the water soon. You’re more fragile to the elements than I am.” His hands explored her skin. “I don’t want you to catch a cold from the cool water.”

His arm around her waist tightened as he lifted her high enough to break the connection as his c**k withdrew from her pu**y slowly. She felt the loss instantly but didn’t complain. His hand slid down her body and he slipped a finger inside her, f**king her slowly with it. She was surprised but it felt too good to protest.

“I thought you wanted us to get out of the water. Keep that up and I’m going to want you again.”

“I’m cleaning you.”

She moaned. “You’re doing more than that.”

A chuckle tickled her ear as he nuzzled her again. “We’ll finish this once I get you dry.” His finger withdrew and he cupped her between her thighs, rubbing lightly. She just leaned against him, enjoying his touch until he stopped and his thighs closed.

“Walk toward the towels.” He released her waist and gripped her h*ps with both hands, urging her to stand.

Zandy’s legs were shaky as she walked through the moving water to the other side and climbed up the grassy embankment. Tiger remained close behind her in case she lost her balance. She found it cute and gentlemanly. No man had ever been so attentive to her. He didn’t even allow her to dry herself. He grabbed a towel before she could, flipped it open and wrapped it around her. His big hands carefully rubbed it over her skin.

She stared into his eyes as he bent enough to reach her lower body and realized that she wouldn’t ever stop being fascinated by their exotic shape and color. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when he was done. The towel was torn away and she gasped when he gave her a push. She fell backward and landed on the air mattress. An extremely soft bedspread cushioned her body as well. Her fingers brushed against it.

“Is this sheepskin?”

Tiger used another towel to quickly dry off as his gaze raked over every inch of her body sprawled before him. “Yes. I brought it from my own bed. You haven’t been to my home so I thought I’d bring part of it to you.”

He was a romantic or at least seemed so. It made her like him even more. Hell, she admitted silently, I am falling in love with him.

He dropped the towel and stepped closer. “I want to take you on it. It is the only thing that will do your soft skin justice.” He dropped to his knees, gripped her ankles and bent her legs up and apart to expose her pu**y to his view. He stared at it and licked his lips. “Hold your legs just like that, tight to your chest.”