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The little outfit does an excellent job of covering very little yet still leaving plenty to the imagination.
Shit, shit.
The woman is a walking fantasy.
A wet dream come to life.
And now she’s inhabiting this beach with me overnight. I won’t escape her until tomorrow evening at the earliest.
Fine.
I’m used to self-discipline, even if this is a bigger test than I’m used to.
I keep my eyes straight ahead for the rest of our post-kayak stretch out, and when I’m done, I nod in her direction without looking at her.
“You should get changed before nightfall. It gets chilly faster than you’d think.”
Without a word, she nods and disappears into the woods.
I take the opportunity to change into military-style cargo pants and a t-shirt and then get started on setting up camp.
We’ll need a fire pit first.
Summer air alone won’t do enough to dampen the nighttime chill this close to the water.
Before I can finish digging, Destiny returns, wearing nothing but a formfitting long-sleeved shirt, jean shorts molded to her legs, and sneakers with no socks.
Of course, she still looks like a dream.
One look leaves me fucking delirious.
Her hair hangs down around her face in soft ribbons. I immediately notice she’s either forgotten a bra or not bothered with one at all.
Why the hell not?
Just past sundown, there’s already a bite to the air, and it perks her nipples under her shirt.
God help me, I’m a prisoner to my own gaze, and I can’t look away.
She sends me a long glance, and maybe it’s just my imagination, but I think her gaze lingers on my shoulders before she turns away.
“What? Is there a bug on my face or something?” she asks innocently.
No, woman. Your tits are just draining my entire life force faster than a blanket made of mosquitos.
“A dragonfly, I think. It’s gone now,” I lie. “You want to lend me a hand getting this fire going? The sooner it’s up, the faster we won’t freeze our asses off.”
We work together in silence.
I continue digging while she roams our campsite, collecting small pieces of driftwood and flat stones to help feed the fire and keep it contained.
“Since you did lunch, dinner’s on me.” I fish around in my bag until I pull out a big blue can of rations. “You good with Chicken a la King or beef chili?”
Her mouth drops. “Freeze dried rations? You?”
I shrug. “It’s not fancy, but it does the job. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little freeze dried chicken with a fifty-year shelf life.”
I almost laugh as she swallows thickly.
