As if they know they’re being discussed, the sound of a large cat’s growl echoes through the trees from off in the distance.
Marin skooches closer to me and I’m about to place a reassuring arm around her shoulder when the rain begins pelting down and we scurry to clean up around us and head to our tents. As I watch her enter through the tent flap, I can’t help but notice the tanned smooth skin of her legs in the short-khaki shorts she wears. I sigh, wondering how I’ll survive the night and remain silent as I get myself off.
“Do you need anything? Got your flashlight and bug repellant?”
Just her hand pokes out of the tent giving me a thumbs up sign and I chuckle.
“Okay. Goodnight, Marin.”
The sound of the now pouring rain nearly drowns out her voice, but I hear, “Goodnight, Nathaniel.”
Not even ten minutes later, as I’m nestled in my sleeping bag with a book in hand trying hard to keep my mind off Marin in the tent next to me, I hear her panicked scream.
I scramble out of my tent flap and rush over to Marin’s tent.
“Marin? Are you okay?”
“No! I’m freaking sopping wet,” she proclaims in a high-pitched bark. “There’s a huge leak in my tent!”
As she pops outside on all fours, I can see she’s drenched from head to toe and I let out a loud laugh.
“What the hell happened?” I say through my laughter, lending my hand so she can stand up. I automatically lead her into my tent to get us out of the rain.
Searching for something she can use to dry off with, I find the T-shirt I’d worn earlier in the day on the floor and hand it to her.
My eyes follow the path her hand takes over her shoulders, her arms, her legs, and her chest.
Wearing only a pair of boy shorts and a cropped T-shirt that clings to her breasts, I do my best to look away. But when she runs the cotton material over her bare stomach, my eyes return with interest, tracking the motion as it rounds her belly button and then moves down to the juncture between her legs.
My mouth is suddenly dry and parched, my jaw clenching as I watch the most erotic sight unfold before me.
It’s when she lifts her hair from the back of her neck to wipe it dry that she catches me staring and stops. My gaze is homed in on the small pebbled buds poking out from her shirt and the little slip of exposed skin underneath her breast.
It’s then that she notices my bare chest and the briefs I’m wearing. And my extremely hard erection. There is no denying I am aroused and very interested.
Her eyes peruse my body as her hand drops to hang listlessly by her side. Marin’s lips part and her pupils dilate, and I step forward. I reach my hand behind her neck and pull her into me so severely that she gasps in a breath. I swallow her sharp exhale of breath with my mouth. The kiss is hard and demanding.
I’m vaguely aware of the swish of material as the shirt hits the ground and her fingers slide up my torso. She tentatively circles one of my nipples and I growl.
I fucking growl.
Marin’s hands continue to coast over my ridged abs, which ripple underneath her touch, and then they swing around my waist to my lower back, then down to the curve of my ass and she squeezes.
Holy fuck, I like that. My own hand dives under her cropped-shirt, lifting it to expose the underside of her breast. Her skin is so supple. Her nipple so taut. Her breast so full.
Marin sucks in a breath when I tweak the tip of her nipple and I gain an extreme sense of satisfaction when it turns into a sexy moan.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding past her lips to explore her mouth, darting in and out, toying with hers.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
I pull back to assess her response. Her eyes bore into mine with such dark intensity my cock surges and swells from the sizzle of heat it produces.
“‘Bout time.”
8
Marin
