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Back Walk on the Wilder Side Save as PDF
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
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  42. Epilogue
  43. Excerpt from Wilder With You
  44. Also by Serena Bell
  45. Acknowledgments
  46. About the Author

Or, well, maybe I can.

Most likely, the part of me that’s full of Brody pushed the other part of me off the cliff.

I slide the straps of my sundress off my shoulder. I let the dress pool at my feet, exposing my underwear. It’s nothing special, but it’s not granny panties either. A nice pair of light brown cotton bikinis and a matching lace bra.

Good.

I take a tentative step toward the edge, close my eyes, and jump.

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Brody

She does it. I hardly have time to think, She’s naked! And No, she’s wearing a bra and panties! before she’s in the water, hooting and hollering.

“I did it!” she says, breathless. “Oh my God, Brody, I did it!”

I swim over to her. It’s not easy to kiss while treading water, but we manage a short, breathless, tantalizing taste.

“See that rock there? That’s where we’re going. And then there’s a path back up.”

We swim to the rock, and I boost her up, shamelessly loving the feel of her cool, smooth skin under my rough palms. I climb up on the rock beside her, and she sits close to me, tucking herself into me.

“Rachel,” I whisper.

She turns towards me and tips her face up, so trusting and eager that my cock manages to rally against the icy dip, reaching for her.

This woman.

I kiss her. She tastes so good, sweet and salty and Rachel, which is definitely the best of those three flavors. And she is soft in my arms—hair damp against my cheek, satiny arms wrapped around my neck, breasts pillowed against my chest.

I kiss along her jaw, tease her ear, kiss down her throat, to the hollow. I lick that spot until her cries turn to pleas. I drop kisses along her collarbone.

Then I lean back, slightly, and take a minute to just soak her in.

“Fucking A, Rachel. You’re so beautiful.” I stare, shamelessly, because holy shit she’s gorgeous. Smooth-as-satin skin, spilling out of the lacy cups of her bra, curving down over her belly to the triangle of her bikini, through which I can see the tantalizing shadow of her pussy. I duck my head and kiss her everywhere, open mouthed, tongue exploring her. I tease the edge of lace with the curled tip of my tongue and she makes a perfect, helpless noise that I feel like it’s the tug of a hand on my cock. No, that is her palm on my cock, cupping me, pressing me. I reach down, nudge her hand aside, because this is for her.