Page 52 of Wait With Me
I get out to go stand beside her, sliding my hands in my pockets and take in a deep, cleansing breath. The air is fresh, the morning sun is warm, and I honestly can’t think of a place I’d rather be right now. “This place is pretty perfect,” I reply, seeing everything with new eyes. I point to an area off to the right. “There’s a path here that leads right down to the water.”
“Oh, that’s convenient,” she says, eyes bright, smile permanent.
“Yeah, you can swim in this lake too. The water is crystal clear.”
She looks at me with accusing eyes. “You didn’t tell me to bring my suit!”
My brows waggle. “I know.”
She rolls her eyes and hits me in the arm. With a laugh, I grab her hand and pull her back toward the truck. “Come on, we have work to do.”
We go about setting up our campsite. First, I lay out the tarp on the ground where we’ll be staking down the tent. Then I have her help me push the tent poles through the slots and stake it down with a hammer. My tent is a nice-sized, two-room tent, which works well for Sam and me. But for Mercedes and me, one side will be for our bags, and the other side will be for us.
“This is brand new,” Mercedes says from outside the tent.
Hunched over inside, I pop my head out through the door and see her holding the mattress pad I bought yesterday. I take it from her hands. “Yeah, I’ve never used it before.”
“Why not?” she asks, bending over and coming in behind me.
I squat down to open the box. “I just do a sleeping bag usually.”
“So you bought this for me?” she asks, brows furrowed.
I shrug. “It’s not only for you. If I’m fucking your brains out tonight like I plan to be, this will save my knees big time.”
She laughs and shoves me on the shoulders, nearly knocking me backward onto my ass. “You are such a horny bastard sometimes, you know that?”
“Says the smut writer,” I repeat my burn from our earlier texts. Her jaw drops as I add, “Seriously, how do you have any street cred in the romance community if you’re this much of a prude?”
“You fucker!” she squeals and jumps on top of me, easily knocking me backward this time as she falls down on top of me.
I laugh and groan as my back hits a lump on the ground. “Ow!” I cry, my hand flying out to shove myself away from the apparent boulder below us. “See? This wouldn’t have hurt if you could have kept your hands off me long enough to get the new mattress pad laid out.”
“You are such a dick!” She giggles and digs her fingers into my sides to try to tickle me.
It’s completely ineffectual.
I laugh at her tongue darting out as she focuses so damn hard to get me to squirm. But honestly, all it’s doing is causing her to squirm. And with all this squirming, and her draped over the top of me, it’s no wonder my body finally reacts.
Her hip catches on my erection, and she inhales sharply. She releases her lower lip from her mouth. “Seriously?” she asks, pinning me with curious eyes.
I reach up and pull her hat off, flinging it off to the side and cupping her stunning face in my hands. “Seriously.” I pull her face to mine, connecting our lips and rolling us over, so I’m on top. I break our kiss and husk, “I’m only doing this without the mattress pad once, so I hope you can control yourself a little better once I give you an orgasm.”
She giggles and gasps when my hand steals down the front of her shorts and swipes over her pussy lips. I push two fingers inside her, and she moans out my name right in my ear, the moisture of her hot breath sending a riot of need straight to my cock.
“Always so fucking wet,” I growl and suck hard on her neck, knowing I’ll be leaving a hickey.
I pull back and watch the angry red patch deepen in color. The image of my mark on her has my fingers working even faster inside her. She’s rocking her sweet little hips up into my hands so shamelessly, I know she’s dying for more. And fucking hell, so am I.
“Take your shorts off,” I husk, pulling my hand out of her panties and grabbing my wallet out of my pocket.
She sits up and takes the foil packet from my hand. “I want to put this on.”
My brows lift. “All right.”
She bites her lip and unzips my jeans, her brows knitting together as she focuses. When my dick bobs out in front of her at eye level, I hear her inhale slowly. She’s so fucking hot, staring at my cock like it’s some sort of painting in a museum she wants to ponder for a while.
It’s so sexy I have to look away.
