Page 134 of Bosse
“I’m fine,” she said to the darkness as much as him. “I’m just not used to camping.”
“You’re really going to like it.”
He made it sound like she would. It had to be better than being in the castle. This would be fine. She’d be safe with Bosse.
He tugged her around until he lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
“Putting you to bed. Hard to do when you’re rigid as a tree.”
“I am not,” she lied.
He huffed a laugh at her and lowered her to the ground. She clung to his neck, not wanting to lie on the grass where something would crawl on her.
No grass.
He placed her on a blanket he must have spread out when she hadn’t been paying attention. Her shoulders relaxed, and she sighed.
“That sounds better,” he said before lying next to her where he could pull her back up against his front. He had her facing the inside of their lean-to, protecting her from all sides.
Still, something could weasel its way in here.
“How did you do all that magic at the castle today?”
“What?” She thought about his words. “Oh, that. I honestly didn’t think about it. Magdelina said to trust my ability. I was so worried for you and your friends that—”
His fingers worked unbuttoning her shirt, then found her breasts.
She sighed, and it ended on a shaking breath.
He took his time massaging each one. “Go on. You were saying?”
“Uhm...” What was she saying? The magic. “I... uh...”
Another hand reached between her legs and cupped her.
She sucked in air and lifted her hips to him. The zipper hummed when he pulled it down and began to work her pants past her knees. Wanton woman that she was, she lifted her hips to help him. His fingers brushed along the inside of her thighs, moving closer to her heat but too damn slowly.
She moaned at his hands busy in both places. Nerves in her breasts tingled. Energy flowed between them wherever he touched her and stole her breath. Heat bloomed under her skin and spread from her neck to her toes. She’d longed for his touch all day.
He brushed the pad of his finger over a hard nipple, and she arched. Heat pooled in her groin just as he pushed fingers through the frenzied nerves between her legs. She clenched his hand, but two fingers pinched her nipple gently, and she made a pained sound. Bursts of energy pinged her brain. Sensory overload left her unable to choose what to focus on.
He took care of that decision by teasing the folds between her legs, driving her mad with need.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“No chance.” That had come out like a vow. His hands stroked her with insane awareness of how to hit every nerve that sent lightning strikes to her core.
Then he freed her breasts and abandoned what he’d started down below.
What? No! She breathed out, “More.”
“It’s coming, and so will you.” Big hands rolled her onto her back. He had her pants yanked off and her shirt opened all the way.
“I’m the only one naked,” she pointed out, unwilling to accept less than everything tonight.
He chuckled over the sounds of moving around. “You sure about that?”
