Page 64 of Iron Willed Warrior

“Youaregood.” Then I raised my voice. “You feel how hard you’re making me, B? That’s all you.”

She whimpered, dropping her head back against my shoulder. “Cameron.” She’d used the name of my cover, but the way Brynn’s hips shifted, rubbing herself against my thickening cock, was just for me.

Hell. I had to close my eyes. That felt incredible.

“But there could be other hikers.” Her words echoed against the rocks. “Someone’s going to see.”

I held in my smile. Brynn was really getting into this. My acting skills were nothing much, but maybe I could step it up. “Let them. I saw the way you were dancing with Garon last night. You need a reminder of who you belong to.”

The look Brynn gave me was hot enough to feel the burn on my skin. Like the sun was shining directly on me, though we were in the shade.

“Keep going?” I murmured.

She nodded. A smile in her eyes, no hesitation.

I lifted her up and maneuvered her so she faced me. Her knees were bent, thighs straddling my hips. I switched my grip to hook my left arm at her waist, as if I was forcing her to stay there. But with my other hand, I gently massaged her stomach through her shirt. I kept my kisses soft. Coaxing.Letting her set the pace, even as I pretended to have complete control. Her tongue dipped past my lips, tasting me.

Yet as we continued to make out, the haze of desire started blotting out the rest of the world. Which meant danger. I had to remain aware of our surroundings. This woman meant a lot to me already. Probably too much, given how briefly we had known one another. I’d gotten glimpses of that secret vulnerability beneath her outer layer of strength. Which just made me want to protect her all the more. Not because she was a woman facing off against an enemy like Stillwater. And not just because she was my partner.

I had to protect her because, with every kiss and caress, she felt more and more like a part of me.

Damn, I was in so deep already.

I sat back slightly, enough to let my senses regain awareness. “Something wrong?” she whispered.

“Just looking at what’s mine.”

I’d said that for the benefit of whoever was listening, but that didn’t make it any less true in the moment.

I brought my hands to her thighs and massaged the muscle under her bare skin. Leaning forward, I spoke into her ear. “Just keeping an eye on the trail. I was getting distracted.”

She chuckled. “You and me both.”

My thumbs made small circles on her inner thighs, inching inward. One swiped the edge of her tiny boy shorts beneath the hem of her skirt. Brynn inhaled, her pupils dilating. Her breath caught, and she squeezed my bicep hard. Nodded.

My thumb moved again, this time drawing directly over the crotch of her shorts. Her whimper was a soft, desperate thing.

“You like that?” I ghosted my lips over hers. I had thought my cock was hard before, but that was nothing to the way my shaft throbbed against my fly. “No one can see what I’m doing. You wanted to put on a show. Whether it’s real is up to you.”

Brynn widened her legs a bit more. Arched her back. “Touch me.” Her words were rich with arousal. Her eyelids heavy, mouth pink and bee-stung from all the kissing.

Using that same thumb, I wiggled it beneath the edge of her shorts. Then slid into the juncture between her legs until I met slick wetness. Brynn whimpered. A long stroke, up and down over her most intimate parts, had her shivering. Her lashes fluttered.

“Don’t stop.Please.”

“I don’t intend to.”

With just that thumb, I explored her. Discovered the tempo she liked, the pressure. Brynn’s hips rocked against me. My cock was trapped inside my own shorts, receiving just enough friction to get me hot and wanting. Sweat dripped down my back.

The last thing I wanted to do was tear my attention away, especially with her moaning like that, but I kept an eye on the trail as well. Nobody could accuse me of being unable to multitask. Thank you, Ranger training. This was an exercise in concentration. In pushing aside my own wants to focus entirely on my task.

My thumb moved in ever faster circles. Concentrating on her clit as her moans quickened and her body tensed like a bow string.

“I’m—I’m going to—” Brynn fell forward against me, her kisses frantic and needy. “C-Cameron.” I was pretty sure she’d almost said my real name, but she’d corrected herself just in time.

I kept flicking my thumb until she started to shudder. Mymiddle finger sank inside her. She gasped and pressed her face to my neck.

“That’s it, B,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”

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