She stared at him with wide eyes and a horrified look. He didn’t know which of the three creeped her out the most. For him it was spiders. Not exactly an arachnophobe, but there were only so many camel spider encounters one person could have before developing a healthy desire to avoid them.
“It’ll be fine,” he said. He unrolled the sleeping pads and sleeping bags and positioned their packs in the corner of the small tent.
Backing out of the opening, he told her, “It’s MREs again tonight.”
“Okay.” Kinley sounded like she was fading fast.
“Why don’t you wait inside while I get everything ready?”
She nodded and crawled into the tent.
“Soup’s on,” he said about ten minutes later. He peeked into the opening of the tent when he didn’t get a response from Kinley. She lay on her side with her head propped in one hand, but her eyes were closed.
Shane shook her foot. “Kinley.”
Her head fell off her hand and she jerked up. “Huh?”
“Eat something before you go to sleep.”
“’Kay.”
He passed her one of the entrées and watched as she half-heartedly ate, barely able to keep her eyes open. She passed on anything else and lay back down in the tent, asleep in seconds.
Shane smiled and untied her hiking boots, pulling them off and setting them on her pack. He cleaned up the remnants of the MREs and shoved it all into the pocket of the pack he’d designated for their trash.
Zipping up the tent behind him, he stripped down to his boxers and lay facing Kinley. She’d kept up with him like a champ, even though she’d been dragging at the end.
He moved a piece of hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered and she sighed in her sleep. What the hell was he doing in the middle of the jungle helping a beautiful woman find a lost city? His gut told him he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He’d been lost before, wandering aimlessly without a purpose. Today it felt like he’d found his way and it had nothing to do with the city at the end of the compass.
But everything to do with the woman right in front of him.
CHAPTER10
Kinley woke with a numb shoulder, something heavy draped over her, and a stick poking her in the back. All reasons camping had never been her thing. Opening her eyes, she confronted the tan fabric of the tent mere inches from her nose. The stick pulsed against her back.
Not a stick—a trouser snake.
She smiled sleepily and nestled her ass against the warm, hard body behind her. She’d always been comfortable asking for what she wanted in bed, which had been one of the many problems with her ex. He thought she should just lie there and be grateful for what he was giving her instead of critiquing his technique. Not that he had any.
Shane on the other hand—he had technique to spare.
A low rumble vibrated against the back of her neck and his hips pressed into her ass. The arm over her waist lifted and he unbuttoned her pants, which she’d fallen asleep in, and dove into her waistband.
She moaned low as he cupped her and pressed from the front and back, one of his fingers rubbing small circles through her underwear.
“How far do you want to go, Kin?” he asked against her neck.
“Far,” she said. “So, so far.”
“Take these off.” He pushed against the front of her pants with his arm, then pulled it out of her pants.
Wiggling her hips, she shoved them and her underwear down to her thighs as she felt him sit up behind her. Kinley rolled to her back and pulled her pants off inside out as Shane grabbed a condom from his pack.
“Back on your side,” he said, lying down again.
He slid an arm under her neck and shoved his hand into her sports bra, cupping one breast.
Kinley gasped and turned her head, seeking his mouth. His tongue mated with hers as he ran a hand over her hip and thigh while he slid his cock between her slick folds.
