“Oh my goodness, West. It’s beautiful,” Charlee gasped. She clasped her hands to her chest as she took in the beautiful serene picture that was in front of her. “How did you find this place?”

She stared at the small private spring that was surrounded by lush tropical plants. Steam rose from the water. Right above the small spring, the sky was open. It was like the Gods had parted the trees just to cast moonlight directly over the small pool of water.

It was downright romantic.

Her breath caught in her throat as she took it all in. Her eyes made their way to West, and her heart slammed into her chest. His look was intense as his eyes bored into hers. It was amazing how one look from this man had her pussy weeping, as if to prepare itself for him. She turned to him as he reached up and pulled her hair, releasing it from the messy bun.

“We came across this when we all separated into pairs. Luka and I found this when we were searching for Bubo. I knew you would love it.”

“It’s almost magical,” she whispered, not tearing her eyes away from his dark ones.

With the moonlight casting down on them, she could make out the stubble on his jaw. Her fingers instantly reached for him, needing to feel the scruffiness of his jaw. There was something about his rugged look that made her core clench with need.

“Swim?” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair.

Unable to speak, she nodded her head. He snagged the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She returned the favor, excitement rising to finally see him in the light. Their one night of lovemaking had been in complete darkness. She had no complaints from that night. None at all. But this time, she would get to see everything that she experienced.

The ridges of his abdomen came into sight and her knees weakened. Her arousal grew as she ran her fingers down his chest, needing to feel him. She wouldn’t be able to find an ounce of fat on this man if she tried. His quick intake of breath let her know that she affected him as much as he did her.

Her fingers continued their way down to his pants where she quickly unbuttoned them. She held in her breath as he guided the zipper down. He waited patiently as she disrobed him. It was like he was allowing her to slowly open a Christmas gift.

Only this was the best damn gift she had ever had the pleasure of opening.

She pushed his pants down, kneeling in front of him to assist him in kicking them off. His large bulge was eye level to her. She licked her lips as she ran her hand along his covered member, teasing a moan from him as she reached for the edge of his boxer briefs. She successfully hooked her fingers beneath the edge and brought his underwear down in the same fashion as his pants, freeing his enlarged cock. Weston Rogavac was a blessed man. He was stiff, hard, and ready for her.

Unable to hold back, she caught the tip of his bobbing member between her lips without even using her hands. He groaned as she reached up and gripped the base of his length as she guided it deeper into her mouth. She stroked him as her tongue caressed the wide tip. She pulled back slightly, leaving just the tip in her mouth as she glanced up.

He stood in one place with his eyes closed, basking in the feel of her mouth wrapped around his cock. The expression of complete enjoyment was etched on his face, making the wetness seep out of her core. She slid him back in, not letting go, wanting to please him. She continued her delicious torture, loving the salty taste of him on her tongue. She increased the pressure from her hand, moving her head in a rhythm.

His hand reached down and threaded its way into her hair as he spread his legs wider for better balance. He gasped as she swallowed, bringing him farther into the back of her throat.

“Charlee,” he murmured as she reached up with her other hand to cup his scrotum. She caressed his quivering sac with her fingers. Charlee knew that he was close. Her saliva spilled out of the open sides of her mouth, coating his cock, allowing it to slide easier between her hand and lips. She increased her rate again, along with the pressure, wanting to tip him over the edge.

His breaths came fast, and she watched as his abdomen muscles rippled.

Because of her.

She did this. She literally had him in the palm of her hands, and she loved how she could affect him in the way that he did her. His grip tightened in her hair as he pulled her head back, amidst her small protest.

“No, not yet,” he gasped, pulling her up to stand.

He quickly disrobed her, leaving them both naked beneath the moon. He lifted her behind her knees easily, as if she didn’t weigh anything. His pure strength amazed her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He crushed his mouth to hers as he walked directly into the warm water. He thrust forward, his thick cock surging into her. His mouth caught her groan. Their bodies were submerged in the warm spring as he walked farther into the water.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, crushing her breasts to his chest as he continued to devour her mouth. His hands gripped her plump ass as he pulled back and thrusted in again. He moved her body up and down his length. The slight burning sensation from her pussy walls being stretched felt so good. She broke the kiss with a gasp and buried her head into the crook of his neck. Her core spasmed, contracting on his cock as he continued to pound his length into her.

“West,” she moaned as he filled her completely. They floated around in the water. It splashed around them as she rotated her hips and pushed down onto him. She needed him closer, more of him in her. She wanted to consume him. She didn’t know why, but she had to have all of him. He growled as she nipped his shoulder with her teeth.

Her back hit the far wall of the spring. She let loose a cry as warm clay met her bare back. She moved her head and met the eyes of West as he growled, increasing the speed of their joining. His eyes flashed something feral and she knew that he was close. Only the sounds of their coupling and the light splashes of the water filled the air. She fisted his hair in her hand, needing something to hold on to.

She leaned in and met him for a hard kiss, their lovemaking turning more urgent. She clenched her inner walls on him, eliciting the sexy growl that she was starting to love to hear. Her breaths were coming faster as the surge of emotions rippled through her body.

“Come on, baby. You’re almost there,” he groaned against her mouth.

She was right there on the edge. He tipped her hips and thrust harder. At this angle, it brought his cock in direct contact with her sensitive nub. Her body trembled with each thrust. Her inner walls spasmed as she began to shake uncontrollably. She closed her eyes as his finger parted her plump lips beneath the water’s surface, exposing her swollen nub.

She cried out, not caring who heard them. She dug her nails into his back as his thumb brushed against her clit, driving her over the edge into ecstasy. Her body tensed as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. His body trembled as he released a roar, shooting his release deep within her. He gripped both of her ass cheeks tight as he continued to thrust, spewing his release. She was sure that she would have bruises, but she could care less. It was totally worth it.

Neither of them moved. Her head dropped back down to the crook of his neck as she tried to catch her breath. His chest was rising just as fast as hers. The water around them calmed down as they remained still.

She never wanted to move from this position, with his cock comfortably snug inside of her. They could stay this way for all eternity for all she cared.

“Charlee,” he murmured, reaching up to brush her soaked hair from her face.

“Mmm…” That was all she could formulate. No words would come to mind. She was a big ball of mush. Her arms were heavy, as they were still wrapped around his neck.

“I want you.”

“You just had me.” She barked out a laugh. She clenched her walls that surrounded him, feeling him growing hard again. She smiled against his wet skin.

“I’m serious. I want there to be an “us.” I don’t want things to end when we leave here to go back to the States,” he admitted. She leaned back at the serious tone in his voice. She was thankful for the moonlight. It allowed her to look at him and see that he was dead serious.

“Is Weston Rogavac asking me to go steady with him?” She was dramatic with her question, bringing the back of her hand to her brow. His face broke out into a smile as he chuckled. Her heart swelled with the knowledge that he wanted her.

“Yes, I am. I just want it to be you and me,” he said, the smile fading from his face as he gazed deep into her yes.

“That sounds good to me.”

“So where were you two coming from this morning?” Malena asked with accusing eyes. She wiggled her eyebrows as she waited for the answer.

Charlee groaned. She would have preferred someone else to catch them when they came back to the camp. Malena claimed she had woken up early to go pee and didn’t see Charlee or West. Once everyone woke up, Charlee had tried to avoid her friend, but Malena was not having any of it.

This morning, they had finally picked up the trail of Bubo. His tracks were actually leading them back down the mountain. West and Luka had gone farther, requesting the team to set up and be ready. Charlee had her rifle in her hand as she waited.

“Malena, leave it alone. I told you he showed me a spring where I could get washed up.”

“Uh-huh, and he didn’t show anyone else. We all could have taken turns washing some of this rainforest dirt off. I swear, I’m so dirty that even the mosquitos don’t want me.”

Charlee rolled her eyes at her friend’s dramatics. She glanced around the area, knowing that her friend would never let up. The guys were spread out, waiting for a sighting of the male tiger.

“Okay, if you must know…” She paused to create her own dramatics.

Malena’s eyes grew round as she waited. Instead of verbalizing what she and West did at the spring, Charlee held up two fingers, symbolizing the second time that she and West had sex. But she didn’t want to just call it sex. Something was exchanged between the two of them. It was even more than lovemaking, but she wouldn’t tell Malena that. She wouldn’t understand. She’d think that Charlee was a little touched in the head.

“We have movement.” A low voice came across the small walkie-talkie.

Malena and Charlee both drew quiet as Charlee raised her rifle and stared out through the lens to wait, scanning the brush lower down on the mountain. From her perch, she had a perfect view of the mountain. A large tiger slowly ambled from out of the brush. It walked slowly, pausing every few steps, as if it sensed it was being watched. Charlee took aim and held her breath, willing her heart rate to slow. The tiger paused in walking and looked at something in the brush a hundred feet from him.

West.

It turned toward the noise, giving Charlee exactly what she needed. She pulled the trigger.