She grabbed his hand and practically pulled him to the camper. He bent over and fished the key from under a planter, unlocked the door, and flipped on the light inside. He took a step back to allow her to pass in the narrow entrance under the striped awning that flapped in the wind. As she passed, she allowed her fingers to brush his flat stomach.
The camper wasn’t much, just a weathered little place with nauseating green wallpaper that was peeling, a tiny kitchen that looked like it had never been used, and further in the back a bed. She swiveled to face him when he closed and locked the door. “Will we have privacy here?”
He nodded and pulled the blind on the small window on the door.
“We have a rule. Blind down go away. Sheets clean.”
“Great! No more talking.”
She started undoing the buttons on his shirt. Her shaky fingers wouldn’t move fast enough.
“Let me help,” he said in an encouraging tone. He had his shirt off his torso within seconds, missing a few buttons because they popped off and went rolling across the tiled floor.
While keeping their mouths connected, he walked her backward.
They tumbled back onto the bed. The firmness of the mattress was unforgiving as he landed on top of her. “Are you okay?” He looked down at her in concern.
“Splendid.” She lifted her head to kiss him deeply.
His fingers threaded into her hair, pressing into her scalp, holding her while he explored her with his tongue. His other hand was at the hem of her blouse, lifting it higher, pulling it over her head. He gave it a toss then planted his gaze on her. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
She cupped his cheek, absorbing his warmth. “You always make me feel like the most beautiful woman.”
“To me, you are.”
The sincerity she saw in his expression warmed her heart. She’d never trusted anyone as much as she trusted him. That said a lot about how deeply he’d touched her. The impression he’d made on her.
He lowered his mouth and left a trail of kisses in the valley between her breasts, then pulled the lace bra aside. He suckled her nipple, using the tip of his tongue to flick the torrid peak. She arched against him, crying out in bittersweet anguish.
He shifted, moving his mouth and tongue to her stomach where he kissed and kneaded her skin. “My God, you smell so good.” His tone spoke of his internal torture.
His fingers were at the waist of her jeans, unsnapping the button and slowly easing the zipper down. He fisted her jeans and dragged them down her hips and bottom. Her damp center spasmed and she opened her legs wider, craving his kisses in places she hadn’t been touched in so long. Bentley never liked to pleasure her body in all different ways.
But Bear, he feasted on her, sliding his tongue through her and into her passage. He exchanged his tongue for his finger, thrusting in and out, while he suckled the most sensitive part of her. Her toes curled and she closed her knees around his ears, warding off the sparks building within her.
She closed her eyes, relishing in the act of him making love to her with his tongue.
Opening her eyes, she stared into the beady glare of a rat that was sitting less than five feet from her.
A scream fell off her lips and she jumped up, feeling the softness of Bear’s face bumping her pubic bone.
“What the…?” His voice pulled her out of her shocked state.
She wasted no time. She came off the bed and landed both feet on the floor. Pointing, she couldn’t seem to get her voice to work. Finally, she stammered, “Rat. There. It was watching.”
He climbed to his feet, reached over and switched on the lamp. The dim lighting lit the small space. The rat was gone.
“It was there. I saw it. I did.” Just as soon as the words were out, she realized Bear had one hand clamped over his nose and blood seeped from between his fingers. She had bloodied his nose. “Oh no! I’m so sorry. I’ll grab something.”
Aasia raced into the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel from the rack. Bear was sitting on the bed, still cradling his nose in his palm.
“Let me see,” she said gently.
He lowered his hand and he had two trails of wetness streaming from his nostrils.
“I’ll be okay,” he said confidently. “It’s just a nosebleed.”
“I’m going to help you.” She shook out the towel and pressed the terry cloth against his injured nose. He looked up at her and she could see the humor in his gaze. She was grateful he could find the humor in the situation, but she wasn’t quite there yet. “Bear…I…”
