Can bears climb fences?
It’s supposed to be a bear-proof area, but that’s never guaranteed.
Could I fight a bear off?
Maybe I could befriend it?
Suddenly, I hear footsteps outside my tent, and I quickly unzip it, half expecting to be greeted by a snarling grizzly, but my eyes land on Mae.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“What are you doing out in the cold dressed like that?” I ask her, placing my hands on her waist, pulling her into the tent and zipping it back up. She’s wearing a pair of pyjama shorts and an old T-shirt. And I was right… she’s very much braless.
“I thought I heard a ghost. Samuel’s story was pretty scary,” she mutters, her lashes fluttering innocently.
“Mmm-hmm,” I hum sarcastically. “And what do you think I’m going to be able to do to keep you safe from that?”
“I don’t know. Scare it away with that grumpy scowl you always do.”
I hike my eyebrows up. “I don’tdoa grumpy scowl.”
“Do, too.” She pokes her slender finger into the middle of my forehead. “This area’s all crinkled. That means you scowl too much.”
My fingers trace the space between my eyebrows. She’s making shit up now. “Okay, well, my wrinkles—that I definitely don’t have, by the way—aren’t going to frighten off a ghost.”
Mae flicks her hair behind her shoulder, face lifting to mine as she leans back to rest on her elbows. “Okay, maybe you could just distract me from it instead, then.”
I dance my fingers down the column of her neck. “And how am I supposed to do that?”
“I’m sure you can think of something.”
My fingers grip her waist, gently massaging the skin as her legs slide out to either side of me. I study her, completely in awe. Her plush lips are damp, and I shiver when her gaze drops to my crotch that’s pulsating for her.
“Do you like looking at me?” I tilt my head to the side. I know what her answer is going to be. I always catch her staring.
“Yes.”
I pinch the fabric of her T-shirt between my fingertips, rolling it, raising it so her toned stomach is on display.
“Well, that’s good because I certainlylovelooking at you.”
Pressing my mouth to the soft skin just underneath her belly button, I kiss it.
Nip it.
Bite it.
And it drives Mae crazy.
Her hands are in my hair. Gripping my neck. Nails scraping the skin of my back.
She relaxes as I press my lips to her exposed collarbone, a moan slipping past her lips. I cover her mouth with my hand for a second. “You’re going to need to be quiet for me, princess, or I’m going to get in a shitload of trouble.”
I drag her lips to mine, her back arching so her chest is flush against me. Warmth radiates from her—not just from her body, but from how she touches me, too. The way she scrapes her fingernails down the back of my neck. The way her legs hook over my own. The way her core gravitates towards me, pressing firmly against the bulge in my boxers.
“Are you wearing underwear, Mae?”
“No.”
