Free Playing It Close by Kat Latham

her wet hair off her face. Something big blocked the sunlight and she smiled, cupping a hand over her eyes to keep the water from streaming into them as she looked up at Liam.
    He slowly brought a thumb to her cheek, sweeping it across her skin before leaning down to capture her lips with his—except...no, he didn’t kiss her. He let his lips whisper over her jaw, nuzzled the sensitive underside and found the hollow behind her ear. His hand settled on the curve of her lower back that he’d explored earlier and pulled her flush against him. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh. Her breasts pressed against the arch of muscle below his lower ribs. Her thighs between his. Her belly against his erection.
    “If I can’t call you Pixie,” he murmured in her ear, “can I call you Nymph?”
    Nymph . A sensual, alluring siren. “Oh, yeah,” she sighed. “I’ll be your nymph.”
    She slid her fingers through his hair and twisted until she found his mouth, pressing against him as she kissed him with all the passion she’d never had a chance to indulge. The strong bands of his arms tightened around her and he held her so close she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. She opened her mouth, inviting him in. He wasted no time accepting her invitation, kissing her over and over until she had to pull back to fill her lungs with much-needed air—only to nearly drown herself with a mouthful of waterfall.
    He patted her back as she sputtered, but instead of teasing or letting her lack of grace ruin the moment, he walked her backward until her bare bum hit a wall of slick rock. She caught her breath and glanced around. Now they were hidden behind the falls in a tiny cavern, protected by the out-jutting rock above them and the curtain of water behind Liam. He rested his forehead against hers, one hand still rubbing between her shoulder blades. “Okay?”
    “I think the water gave me amnesia.”
    “You want me to remind you what we were doing?”
    “Yes, please.”
    His lips were curved when they met hers again. He braced his hands under her bum, lifting her until his erection slotted perfectly between her spread legs. God, he felt so hard all over, yet one of his arms protected her back from scratching against the cliff as he rocked against her. “Oh, God,” she moaned, “please tell me you brought a condom.”
    He paused only long enough to settle her on her feet before diving away. Even through the roar of the waterfall, she heard the urgent splash he kicked up as he swam swiftly to their rock. Moments later he parted the wall of water and stepped into their private room, condom packet gripped in his front teeth.
    She laughed. “You were pretty sure of yourself, were you?”
    “Just hopeful.”
    The water here came up to his thighs, leaving most of his beautiful body bare to her sight. She sighed. “It’s not fair.”
    “What’s not?” He ripped open the packet, then looked around for somewhere to put it. “Shit. I didn’t think about this. I’m not littering Eden with condom packets.”
    She tilted her head. “Plural?”
    At least he had the good grace to look sheepish. “I was very hopeful.”
    She laughed and shook her head as she took the foil from him. “Suit up, Poseidon. I’ll hold this till we get back to our rock.”
    “Poseidon, huh?” He rolled the condom down his thick length and then lifted her again, finding exactly the spot that’d driven her wild moments earlier. “Does that mean you’re impressed with the size of my trident?”
    Her laugh turned into a moan as he rocked into her. Her head rested against the wall, and she tilted her hips to give him a better angle. A few pumps and he’d slid home, his pelvis grinding against her sweet spot. “Oh my God. Your trident is magical. Keep it right... there. ”
    He didn’t listen. Her sea god set up a rhythm that made her vision swim and her inner ears roar with the lust pumping through her. She cried out as his fingers found her clit, pulling