Page 52 of Own the Eights Gets Married
She cuddled into him. “I’ve never slept outside. I didn’t want to die of hypothermia.”
“Georgie, we checked the weather before we left. It’s not going to get even remotely close to freezing temperatures.”
She sighed. “Your definition ofremotely closemay differ from mine.”
“Let’s warm you up,” he purred in that sexy voice.
He slid his hand under her multiple layers of clothing and stroked her back, drawing lazy circles with his warm fingertips.
She hummed her pleasure. “This, I like.”
He slipped his hand into her yoga pants . “What about this?” he asked, caressing her tight bundle of nerves.
“That, I like even more.” She wove her fingers into his dark, uncharacteristically messy hair. “Looks like you’re going to be rocking some sex hair this morning, Mr. Marks.”
“Two can play at that,” he replied on a heated breath.
“It is the great outdoors. We can go a little caveman, can’t we?” she answered as her sex brain kicked in and overruled her rational mind that yearned to return to civilization.
He captured her mouth in a kiss, then stilled.
She held her breath. “What is it?”
Oh no! She hadn’t brushed her teeth, and, after all the tent hell and her fiancé passing out from exhaustion, she’d indulged in the one thing that never let her down.
Jordan frowned. “Have you been eating cookie dough?”
Her cheeks grew hot, and it wasn’t from the sleeping bag hanky-panky.
“I was up most of the night, and I got bored,” she confessed.
Tired, uncomfortable, and unable to escape her fiancé’s snore-fest, she’d turned to her only salvation.
Vegan chocolate chip cookie dough.
“How much did you eat?” he asked as his frown deepened.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Enough that we’ll probably be eating deer jerky for breakfast.”
“Georgie! You ate the whole thing?” he exclaimed.
“No!” she shot back.
“How much is left for us?” he asked.
She cringed. “An inch.”
“An inch!” he cried.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. The few times I did fall asleep, I dreamed of my mother knocking that doughnut out of my hand. I needed something sweet.”
He caressed her cheek as his features softened. “I guess if I want to enjoy any cookie dough, I’ll have to keep kissing you.”
She met his gaze. “That’s sweet of you to take one for the team. I’m sure it’s a real hardship.”
“I’ll show you ahardship,” he whispered against her lips as his hand resumed stroking her most sensitive place.
Okay, this wasn’t so bad. Maybe she could get into camping. Tent kissing was really nice and, when the love of her life wasn’t snoring to beat the band, it was pretty hot being zipped up next to him in a snuggly sleeping bag.
