Her breath hitched near his ear.
He pressed his forehead to hers and rolled her over, tasting her breath in his mouth. He didn’t kiss her. If he kissed her, it would be all over, and he’d plunge inside her. They both wanted it. He craved it.
Instead, he parted her legs with his knee and pressed up.
Her body arched in his arms, rubbing harder against him. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, lighting desire in him.
They moved slowly in the sleeping bags, careful, tiny movements, each calculated to produce delicious friction and heat. She was panting in his arms, rubbing her body on his thigh, his skin becoming slick through her underwear.
She arched harder in his arms, her head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut, and a squeak escaped her lips.
He watched her orgasm, a delicious, enticing sight, knowing that he had controlled her body’s response to produce this.
As she relaxed, coming down from the high, he rubbed his cock on her stomach, feeling her skin against the head of it. He bit his lip.
“Wait,” she whispered. “Let me turn around.”
“Why—ah.”
She’d turned her back to him and snuggled her luscious ass against his groin. With a deft pull, his shorts were under his balls, and his cock was wedged between her thighs.
“Damn,”he whispered, pushing forward.
She crossed her ankles, tightening the pressure, and Max bowed to rest his forehead on the back of her head.
He pushed through so that the head of his cock popped through her thighs.
That delicious womanlickedher finger and drew circles on the head of it.
He slid through her thighs wet with her orgasm, and the pressure built.
Only a few more strokes, and his body was steel bands contracting around his bones. “I’m almost there.”
“Go,” she whispered, wiggling her ass against him.
His desire to jam his cock inside her core or her ass almost overcame him, but he jerked himself off between her silken thighs, one hand around her breast and pinching her nipple until she gasped because he liked to do it to her.
Firecrackers ran up his spine, and the moment of nothing drew him in and consumed him.
Chapter Fourteen
Grace
Dree
That night, Dree and Maxence slept in each other’s arms in the zipped-together sleeping bags, their arms and legs and fingers intertwined. Dree slept well again because she was so warm.
The next morning, she started to get up, but Maxence pulled her back down and wrapped himself around her, nuzzling his nose in her hair. “Don’t go.”
She whispered, “They’re going to figure us out.”
“Just one more minute. If Alfonso stomps off in a huff today, I’ll have to go sleep in Isaak’s tent, or therewillbe questions. Let me have one more minute of you.”
Maxence was sleepy and smiling a blissed-out look like a kid, his dark eyes barely slit open. Black stubble covered the angular planes of his jaw, and even his thick, black eyelashes turned up at the corners of his eyes like a smile.
She laid down in his arms again, and he tucked her head under his chin. He hummed with happiness, and this moment was just perfect in her mind. His body expanded and contracted in her arms as he breathed and was warm all around her.
Every breath was heaven.
