“No bonfires at sailing camp,” shewhisperedback.
His heart pounded in his chest. “We shouldfixthat.”
She lifted her face and he brushedhis knuckles lightly along her jaw. The crowd around the fire faded away and it was just the two of them. A boy and a girl at camp. Endless waves of sweet affection carrying them through a week of fun andfantasy.
He closed the gap between them and kissed her. His fingers slid into her hair, holding the back of her head as their lips brushed back and forth, tasting each other ever solightly.
A perfect kiss at the end of aperfectday.
She snuggled into his chest as they finished their beers, one ‘never have I’ after another. When the group broke up, heading back to the lodge for late night board games or back to cabins, Grady and Priya stayed where they were. One of the counselors brought the fire down to lingering embers, then covered the pitwithsand.
Stillthey sat curled up in thechair.
As quiet descended on them, and the moon rose in the sky, they kissed again. Andagain.
Grady slipped his hand under Priya’s shirt and cupped her bare, warm hip with hisfingers.
“This feels familiar,” shewhispered.
“Likelastyear?”
“Yeah.” She nipped at his lower lip. “Let’s go back to the scene of thecrime.”
The boathouse.His heart slammed into his chest. They had a perfectly good cabin all to themselves.Andyet…
She gave him a wicked smile that lit up her face. “Everyone’s at the main lodge. And it could be ourtradition.”
He wanted to make other traditions with her. Sweet ones, lasting ones. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hang on to the memory of his physical cravings getting the better of him whenhe wasn’t in a good place to follow throughonthem.
She swayed closer to him, trailing her fingertips up his tightly corded arms. “What’swrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.” He picked her up with ease and spun her around as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Let’sdoit.”
They crept onto the dock around the boathouse, lit by the moon. It was even quieter here. He couldhear water lapping at the shore. In the distance, people laughed, but that was far off,elsewhere.
It was just the two of them. They’d already done this once and now doing it again carried so much moremeaning.
Tonight she was wearing a sundress. Light and floaty, and easy toliftup.
He pushed his thoughts away as he slid his fingers into her panties. Deja vu swarmed in anyway,scrambling his brain as she tugged his shorts open. Her fingers around his cock, her heat tight aroundhisfingers. It was so good, sobasic.
Two bodies perfectly in synch. When she peeled off her panties, he stuffed them in his pocket, pulled out a condom, and lifted her up against the side of theboathouse.
Theyfit.
She was soft to his hard, smart to hisstubborn.
He swallowed her gasps as he fucked her, as she ground against him, and when she shuddered apart, she took himwithher.
“That was…” She sighed and smiled, leaning back against the wall as he dealt with the condom. “So good. You bring out the bad girl in me, GradyMills.”
It jolted him back to a year ago. Not like deja vu, but something moreuncomfortable.
“That was…”Priya sighed and shookherhead.
Incredible, he’d wantedtosay.
“Crazy. But fun. You, Grady, are definitely not what Iexpected.”
What had sheexpected?
He hadn’t asked himself that the summer before. He’d taken it as a compliment and moved forward, confident in his ability to seduce heragain.
And he did. He talked his way into her bed fortheweek.
But as they strolled back to their cabin—her cabin, really, he had to admit—a chilling thought wouldn’t leave his thoughts. At the end of the week, she’d be donewithhim.
And she’d probably be better offforit.
