But right now, what she was doing was him.
“Now we both need a bath,” he said, holding onto her thighs as he began to walk her away from his truck, toward the cabin. Except he didn’t take her into the cabin; he walked past the cabin, onto that trail they had taken during their survival lessons.
The one that he had been coming up that first day when she had brought the sweet rolls.
“The creek is freezing,” she said.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he said. “Promise.”
She was clinging to him like a spider monkey, holding onto him for all she was worth as he walked them off that main trail and straight to the creek.
He kicked his boots off, and she did herbest to get her shoes off, and he walked them both straight down into the water like they weren’t fully clothed.
“That was silly,” she said.
He growled and bit her lower lip, then kissed her, dipping her down into the water.
“Was it?”
“It was a little silly,” she said.
“Yeah. I’m super known for my silliness.”
He wasn’t, of course.
But he was kind of silly with her. At least this kind of silly, where they ended up in the water fully clothed, desperate for each other. At least, she was desperate for him. She really hoped that he was just as desperate for her.
She really, really hoped so.
He started to take her clothes off in the water, and she could only say a prayer as her very nice bra was committed to a watery grave. Perhaps they would be able to get it back, or perhaps it was going to wash away. Perhaps it would be found one day, and people would wonder why a woman had lost all of her clothes in the creek.
Her eyes met his.
Well, insanity. That was why. But this particular brand of insanity that came from Zane… She didn’t want anything else.
She wanted to lose herself in this entirely.
If this was what she was doing right now, then it was going to be all there was. If this was what she was doing right now, then she was going to let it consume her, because why not? Because that was beautiful. Because it was exhilarating.
Because it was everything.
His large hands cupped her breasts, her nipples tight from the cold, but also from desire. He leaned in and sucked her in deep, and she arched her back up, water droplets sliding down her torso.
“You too,” she said, as he continued to feast on her. Was he ignoring her?
She wiggled, moved away from him, managed to grab a hold of his T-shirt, and pulled it up over his head.
And then, he was getting naked too.
This was something crazy. Something beyond both of them. They were breathing hard, kissing, touching. She wrapped her legs around him, and he pressed the head of his arousal to the entrance of her body, and she wanted to beg him to take her. Fuck condoms and safety and everything else. She just wanted him. So much that she was nearly desperate with it. She could understand, right then, the whole way that humans propagated the species. Through desire and momentary lapses in thought.
Need and the way that caution evaporated with the touch of a man who could make your body feel things you had never even imagined before.
“Condom,” she whimpered.
Because there was only one shred of sanity left inside of her entire body, and she was going to use it to make sure that nothing they regretted happened.
It made her grow cold, the idea of trapping him with her. The idea of trapping him at all.
