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He stepped forward once, then twice, never once breaking our gazes until he was propped up over me once more. His hard cock nudged against me, reminding me exactly what I was doing at this moment.

I was about to have sex with someone I barely knew.Did that count as an adventure?

Stroking a light finger against my cheek and down my neck, he asked, “You okay?”

I rocked my hips into his without thinking. “I’m good. I promise. If there’s a problem, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Okay, okay!” He rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Sorry for trying to be a gentleman about the situation.”

“Honestly? I’d rather if you didn’t try.” I grabbed his head, pulling him down to meet me so I could kiss him.

He groaned, the sound ricocheting into my mouth in the most delicious way. “Fuck, okay. You win.”

Camp kissed me again, deeper this time, as he slipped inside me, just enough to make us both moan.

“Mmm…” he mumbled against my lips, sinking an inch deeper. “You’re already taking me so well. So fucking good.”

“Oh!” I sighed as he fitted himself firmly inside, the walls of my core clenching around him. I was…more than okay with this.

“Seeing as you don’t want me to ask you if you’re good…I’ll tell you to hold on instead.”

I let my eyes close as my arms wrapped around Camp’s neck, my back arching naturally as he began to drive in and out of me. Slowly, at first.

There was something incredibly intimate about the way Camp fucked me that had been missing from my previous encounters. I didn’t know if it was just being with someone I found myself completely comfortable around, or if it was justCamp. All I knew was with each deep thrust, I found myself losing a little bit more of my soul, those tiny little pieces drifting away from me, looking for a new place to reside.

Camp moaned on top of me, cursing as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me, Scar. Keep those pretty eyes on me the whole time.”

I nodded, unable to form words as my orgasm began to build deep in my core once more. My eyes drifted closed of their own volition, and Camp squeezed my chin again. I snapped my eyes open.

“Eyes. On. Me.”

I let myself get lost in his eyes, telling a story I don’t think he’d ever put into words himself. My pleasure was coiling, spiraling out of control, and he moved his hand from my chin to my hip, pulling me up to meet him.

“Come with me, now. Let yourself go, once more. Fall with me,” he whispered, grinding against me as he thrust.

My orgasm ripped through me as I cried out Camp’s name, over and over again, eyes on him the entire time. He chased his own release, his ocean blue eyes crashing with waves as he came.

Breathing hard, he rested his forehead on mine. “I won’t ask you if you’re good.”

I smiled up at him. “Thanks. But I’m more than good.”

“I don’t think anyone could ask for higher praise than that.” Camp rolled off me, bringing me with him, both of us curled up in my tiny bed.

I didn’t know what to make of my time on board so far. It had been nothing like I expected. And yet, it seemed to be everything Ineeded.

Chapter

Eleven

CAMP

Sitting in my room alone felt like a strange comedown after everything Scarlett and I had shared. For the first time, I felt like I was seeing someone for who they really were, instead of what I expected from them, and I didn’t know what to do with that information.

The flipside was she could also see me for who I really was, minus the security measures I put in place. It was a strange feeling.

For someone who didn’t have a good reason to be fucked up, I was feeling even more fucked up than normal.

I lay in my bed, staring out of the small cabin window. Nash had anchored us a little bit ago, and he whistled to himself as he stepped inside his cabin. Dusk fell quickly once the sun set behind the thick rainforest canopy, which to me was when the river began to come alive.

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