“Maybe.” He speared a marshmallow for himself and held it out over the fire as he slid her a look out of the corner of her eye. “Is it workin’?”
“Depends.” Her voice was dead serious. “You got any chocolate and graham crackers in there?”
Without comment, he pulled the other items from his pack, offering them to her with a flourish.
She hummed. “I think the odds of you gettin’ lucky are definitely stacked in your favor.”
His cock responded to the raspy tone in her voice, his thoughts focusing intently on all the things he was going to do to her tonight. “Then I should warn you…”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve got about five minutes before I haul you over my shoulder and into the tent.”
She grinned. “But then you’d disturb your snoozin’ CB.”
He glanced down at the ball of matted brown fur currently curled in his lap. “She’ll be fine. Fall right back asleep, I bet. I’ll even make her a little bed from my sweatshirt.”
She stared at the two of them for long moments before the smile slowly slipped from her mouth.
His brows drew in as he scanned her face, trying to get a read on what was going through her mind. “What is it?”
She bit her lip and shook her head, dropping her gaze to the fire. “What’re you gonna do with her when we get back to town?”
“Get her in to see Atticus at the groomers.” He rested his hand on the dog, running it over her matted hair. “CB could also be short for cruddy bastard.”
“Hey!” Kenna said, laughter in her voice. “Leave her alone. Poor thing was abandoned out here. It’s not her fault she smells.”
“Horribly. She smells horribly. And it might not be her fault, but it doesn’t change the fact that she does.”
“Okay, smartass.” Kenna rolled her eyes. “After the groomer, what are you gonna do with her? Are you gonna take her to the shelter?”
Honestly, he had no fucking idea. He wasn’t exactly in the market for a dog. And if he were, it certainly wouldn’t be one that could fit in one of his hands. But the thought of dropping her off at the shelter when they got back to town made his stomach clench tight.
“I don’t know.” He petted CB, settling his hand over the entire expanse of her body. Quietly, he admitted, “I don’t want to.”
Kenna didn’t say anything, but he could feel her studying him. He just wished he knew what she saw when she did so.
They sat in front of the fire for a while, Kenna nestled into his side, until the call of her body got to be too much for him, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Didn’t matter that he’d managed to have her twice already today—he had a hell of a lot of time to make up for. And he intended to do quite a bit of it tonight.
With the fire sizzling out behind him, he walked her backward toward the tent, dropping his mouth to hers and not hesitating before slipping his tongue between her lips, desperate to taste her. He groaned as soon as her tongue slid against his, his cock already hardening in his pants.
“Christ, Kenna, I’ve needed to be inside you all day,” he said against her mouth.
“Then what’s taken you so long?”
With a handful of her ass, he hauled her up against him, growling into her mouth. “I already fingered you against a tree—I didn’t want to fuck you against one like a horny teenager who couldn’t control himself.”
“Just so you know,” she said between kisses, “I wouldn’t have minded.”
Jesus, and now he had enough fodder to jack off to for a whole fucking year.
“Then that’s what you’ll get tomorrow, naughty girl. Right now, get on your back.” He hadn’t tasted her yet, and he was done waiting. He needed to get his tongue on her pussy, and he needed it yesterday.
Her eyebrows hit her hairline, but she otherwise didn’t say a word, just settled in on top of the zipped together sleeping bags like he’d asked. “Now what, Mr. Bossy Pants?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like me like this. We both know how wet your pussy gets because of it.”
She bit her lip, her eyes burning with hunger.
