Adorable.
Seriously.
Why was he still single?
I stepped toward him and threw my arm out to catch him around the shoulders. I cupped the side where his bare arm was and pulled him closer to me, a soft noise escaping him that shot straight down to my dick.
“Why don’t we go talk, hmm?”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Uh...”
I didn’t give him time to over think this one. Not when I was so damn close to getting what I wanted—what webothclearly wanted. I wasn’t about to let this man talk himself out of giving in to his desires that he clearly was used to squashing down until they were nothing but dust floating away in the wind.
“Marlow,” he mumbled, stumbling into me as I guided him away from the bonfire.
“You wanted to play doctor and check on me, right?” I didn’t even need to look at his face to know his freckled cheeks were growing red at a rapid pace. “Why don’t we do that somewhere moreprivate, hmm?”
“Goddamn it.” I heard him mumble under his breath as I whisked him away.
CHAPTER 10
Blake
I was so fucking screwed.
Allowing Marlow to take me to a secondary location was probably just as bad as allowing a serial killer to do the same. Only in this instance, I wasn’t sure if making it out alive was going to leave me better off than if I’d just been taken out by a psychopath.
The thing about Marlow was he wasn’t the kind of guy to be dissuaded easily. Not when there was clearly some kind of plan set in motion and I had no way of knowingwhatexactly it entailed.
Other than the main focal point being me.
I didn’t like how much I felt flattered by that. Or how desperate I was to see where this went. If I were smart, I would’ve pushed him away and given him a polite “no, thank you”before running like my life depended on it back to my cabin and locking myself behind the door before I bent myself over like a dog in heat.
How fucking embarrassing that I was acting like a lovesick teenager when I barely knew this man.
The problem was that our chemistry was off the fucking charts. I knew it. He knew it. Hell, the whole fucking world probably did.
And that therein was the problem, wasn’t it?
Denying anything to Marlow’s keen eye was only going to get him to back me into another corner again and see just how far he could push my buttons before I cracked. It wasn’t like I made it that hard to do, either. All it took was a little poking and prodding and I was breaking down into fucking putty in his hands, begging for even a simple lick of affection.
Driving in the cart with him earlier had sent me spiraling. Letting myself spend time with him in his cabin even more so.
This growing attraction was only getting worse and trying to deny myself by plunging into work was apparently just staving off the inevitable.
But how the hell was I supposed to go fromDirectorof the fucking campgrounds to... whatever it was Marlow wanted from me?
A one-night stand?
“Blake.” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts. “You’re thinking so loudly.
Fuck me.
“All I’m thinking about is how you reek of bonfire and booze.” A lame jab, one that had hardly any bite given how nervous I was the closer we were getting to his cabin.
“Aw, come on. I think it smells manly.”
“Did you ever shower from when you took a dip in the river?” Deflection was going to be my best friend today, I could feel it.
