She watches me for a moment, quiet and solemn. And then she shakes her head, a teasing smile tipping up her lips. “You’re an odd man, Fhord. I don’t know what to think about you sometimes.”
I wrest some semblance of control back from the savage. “Best if you don’t think of me at all,” I force out, my voice as flat as I can make it. “You clean up first. I’ll set up the tent.”
“Thank the gods. I didn’t want to have to fight you for it.”
And then the savage takes over again. Because my control sits on a thin ledge, being constantly tugged between my brain and my boner. “The next time our bodies touch,rabbit, it won’t be to fight.”
I can’t hold back the grin as her lips tip up at the edges and she shakes her head again. “So, so odd,” she says as she nudges Hilde into a trot and leads the way toward the lake.
“So, so dangerous,” I whisper, dragging my eyes away from the ass that tempts me far more than it should.
As I start unpacking our gear, my mind replays the day. The feel of Sifa next to me. I cannot keep my thoughts away from the fact that Sifa is bathing. Naked. Her body dropping into the lake, soap in her hands moving over every part of her, touching the places that should be mine. I imagine myself stripping down to join her, taking the bar from her hand and worshiping her body.
I’m not surprised at all when my legs carry me to the water. I do have the presence of mind to stop before I get too close. To hide from her as my eyes search. To slow down my breaths so she doesn’t hear my excitement. My need.
When I find her, I’m relieved. She’s fully submerged, only her head above the water. If I’d actually seen her nude skin, the breasts that have dominated my dreams since the first time I saw her, I might not have been able to stop myself.And we don’t want to do that to her, I remind my savage. She’s not ours. She can’t be.
“I know you’re there, Fhord.” Sifa’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. She’s laughing at me.
“I need to wash too,” I remind her, struggling to keep emotion out of my words.
“It’s a big lake. There’s room for two of us.” The teasing note in her voice draws me from my hiding spot.
Her eyes are on me as I emerge and walk toward the shore. I’m so close to giving in. Striding into the lake and letting her take my clothes off. Piece by piece. And then fucking her so hard she’d never be the same again.
But I’d never be the same again either. I’d lose too much.
I can’t do this.
“Hurry up,” I choke out, my voice tight. “I don’t want to be out here when the sun sets.”
Seconds pass as Sifa watches me, wordless. And then she lifts her hands to run them through her hair, a smile tipping up the edges of her lips. “Sure, Fhord,” she says at last. She drops fully into the water then rises enough to reveal part of her breasts, her nipples teasingly just under the surface. I can’t stop the sharp inhale she prompts. Or the erection.
“Just … hurry,” I snarl as I spin and almost run back to the tent, her giggle following me.
Now I really need a cold bath.
She strides into the camp a few minutes later. “Your turn,” she says as she strolls past me to sit by the fire. Her gaze finds the bulge in my pants, and a grin erupts as she looks up at me. “Take your time,” she adds with a smirk.
She’s really trying to drive me nuts, I decide a few minutes later as my hand moves up and down my engorged cock. The cold water didn’t do a thing to the demanding bastard. It wasn’t going to rest until it got some relief. I’m angry but so fucking turned on by Sifa’s teasing and taunting. She knows exactly what she’s doing and is having too much fun with it.
When I finally make it back to the tent, all of me relaxed at last, she’s digging through our supplies. She still wears an infuriating smile when she looks up at me. “What are you doing?” My voice is rougher than I’d like but gods-damned, she’s insufferable.
“I thought I’d get dinner started, but I can’t find a thing in here.” She drops the flap of the bag she’s rummaging through and steps back. “It’s all yours.”
“You’re looking in the wrong place.” I step toward her and immediately know I’ve fucked up. Again. Her scent washes over me. I never knew lavender and rosemary could be so sexy. It’s all I can do to keep my cock from rising again. Damn thing needs to settle the fuck down.
I’d intended to pull out what we’ll eat myself, but I need to focus on other things. I flick my wrist at her. “Food’s in there. We’ll rehydrate some mutton in a stew, then add some yams and beans I can forage nearby.”
She’s smiling again, her gaze dropping to my groin. “Trying to hold on there?”
“Only since you don’t want to,” I grunt at her.
Her laugh erupts from nowhere, whispering through me and somehow lifting my spirits. “So odd,” she repeats as she drops down and searches for the meat. She nods when she finds it, grabs a pan and takes off for the lake. The saunter is probably for my benefit, I realize, because of the perverse joy she’s taking in tormenting me. I try to ignore it as I stalk off in search of beans. And relief for the cock that’s demanding attention. Again.
This is going to be such a long trip.
At least she can cook. Dinner is better than I expected and I eat more than I should have. I lean back, staring up as I watch the stars and think about the next few days.
