Page 60 of Wild Temple
With the breeze and the vents open in the tent, the temperature was bearable. It kept it from getting stuffy.
My mind raced, running through the possible scenarios, pre-visualizing the perfect execution of our plans. I was a firm believer in visualization. I'm not talking about hokey daydreaming, but a practice run in the simulation of the mind. Hard science backed it up in athletes and other high-level performers.
Brooke poked her head into my tent. "Do you mind if I come in?"
"Make yourself at home."
It was a tiny one-man tent, but being in a confined space with Brooke wasn't half bad. She climbed in and zipped up the flap. A worried frown tugged her plump lips. "I'm nervous, scared, and every sound I hear in the jungle freaks me out.”
I chuckled. "Understandable.”
"Would it be too much trouble if I crashed in here with you?"
Who was I to turn the lady down?
"As long as you promise to behave," I teased.
She lifted a sassy brow. "Do I look like a troublemaker?”
It was hard not to laugh. "You’ve been nothing but trouble since we met.”
"That hasn’t entirely been my fault. You didn't have to help me.”
I gave her a flat look.
"But I'm really glad you did. Have I said thank you yet?"
"I think you just said it."
Brooke smiled. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn’t been at the falls. I'd be with Hannah, forced into doing God knows what.” Her eyes filled with sadness, and sorrow tortured her face. “Do you think she's okay?”
I wanted to put a positive spin on it, but we both knew that Hannah had likely been through hell and back, if she was still alive.
"What if they don't show up tomorrow?” Brooke asked.
"If Caspian wants the map, he'll show up.”
Brooke had the diary with her. She wasn't about to let it out of her sight. She crawled into my sleeping bag and nuzzled close. "You don't mind if I use you as a cuddle pillow, do you?"
“I can think of worse things.”
Brooke kissed my cheek. Her lips were soft and warm. Her hot breath tickled my ear. "You’re really great, you know that?"
"Well, all a man can do is try," I said, feigning modesty.
She kissed my cheek again. She lingered, and somehow, her sweet lips found mine. I didn't mind.
We kissed, and our tongues danced. It didn't take long before she peeled off her T-shirt. My fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with a deft move, the frilly garment went slack. She slipped the straps from her smooth shoulders, and her perky endowments bounced free. They begged to be caressed.
Brooke looked divine in the soft amber glow that seeped through the fabric from the fire. We embraced, and our hearts pounded. My hands traced her smooth skin, and it didn't take long before we discarded all of our clothes. I rolled on top of her, and we worked at turning the tent into a sauna. Our hips collided, and Brooke tried to keep her moans of ecstasy in stealth mode. But I don't think we were too quiet about the whole affair.
It was no secret what was going on in our tent.
The guys were probably green with envy.
Brooke was a sight to be seen. Her warm body pressed against mine made me forget all about our troubles for a moment.
Our primal passion crescendoed with an explosion of ecstasy. We collapsed beside each other, hot, slick, andsweaty. We were both out of breath, and our hearts pounded. She wrapped herself around me and snuggled close. "We should have done that sooner."
