“Everything all at once.” She sighed and lowered her gaze from the sky to my face, pursing her lips to the side. “How can I have such big dreams about starting a business, yet my first trip to a superstore was last month? Makes me question myself. Plus, I hate that I didn’t understand the joys of campfires until right now. S’mores! S’mores, Fritz. I’m twenty-two and having my first s’more. That should be a crime.”
“Wow, lots to unpack there.”
She snorted and lifted her leg so it rested on top of mine. The position reminded me of Grace and Brock, so comfortable with each other that it seemed natural. I liked it.
“You asked what was in my brain, and I told you.”
I reached over with my free hand and intertwined our fingers. Again, it was sonaturaland easy. “Easiest one to unpack is the s’mores. Why would you experience it if you’ve never had a campfire or bonfire? Give yourself a break on that. I’ve never ridden a horse, and I’m not going to beat myself up over it.”
“S’mores are not like riding a horse.”
“It’s just an experience. There’s not a set time or age one needs to experience certain things. Which leads me to my second point. You’re going to succeed. I don’t care if you’ve never even pruned a plant before—you have grit, a strong mind, and dare I refer to my cheesy gift, but you’re courageous. If you’re close, then finish it. Don’t stop because itmightnot work out.”
God, saying the words to her validated what I was doing with Peter.
She didn’t respond, and I wondered if I’d upset her. I glanced at her, and she stared at me with a fierce look, one that made my heart stumble. She got up from her chair and took the two steps to get to mine. She lowered her onto me, straddling my lap.
“Thank you,” she said, her soft lips grazing my neck.
Damn.My blood pumped hot as she ground her hips against mine. I cupped her ass over her jeans and breathed her in.
“You are…amazing,” she whispered, those sweet full lips moving from my neck to my jawline. Goose bumps spread across my flesh in ripples. She lifted her head up and stared at me with so much tenderness in her eyes, my throat tightened.
I cupped her face with my hand and thumbed her bottom lip, loving how she gasped. She jutted her chin toward the tent, her meaning very clear.
“I can’t seem to get close enough to you, could we…go in the tent?”
“We will, but,” I said, groaning and leaning back into the chair, “camping rule number one is never leave a fire unattended. We need to wait for it to die down.”
“Wow.” She tensed and looked over her shoulder at the fire. “My first real attempt at seduction, stifled by flames.”
“Not stifled,” I said, moving my hand from her face to her neck. She leaned into my grip, and I gently turned her around so she sat on my lap facing away from me. “Not at all stifled. Doesn’t take much for you to seduce me anyway.”
Her back rested against my chest, and I brought one hand to her neck, the other to her waist. I tilted her head back and pressed a kiss right where her shoulder met her neck, and she let out the longest, deepest sigh. That pleasant, satisfied sound rooted itself right in my soul. After kissing her smooth skin, I nipped it.
She jumped. “How long until the fire dies?”
“Thirty minutes or so,” I said against her neck, moving my hand under her shirt and up her stomach. She sucked in a breath, and I continued tracing her rib cage. My fingers met a lacy bra, and I slid right under that to cup one of her breasts. Her nipple hardened against the palm of my hand, and I pinched it. “Think of how much I can tease you until then.”
“I might die.” She squirmed in my lap, rubbing against my cock, and my body tensed with an aggressive need. I plucked her pebbled tip again and brought my other hand to repeat the process on her other breast. She moaned and leaned farther back into me, resting her head on my shoulder.
“Relax, Nora,” I said, caressing her and taking my time. My body hummed with lust, but knowing we had to watch the fire provided mandatory patience. My dick throbbed, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it, except enjoy my time with her against me. So that’s what I did.
I ran my hands up her legs, over her arms, along her neck, and chest. I massaged her gently, and every time she gasped or let out a little whimper, my blood pumped harder. I’d been with women who liked foreplay, some who didn’t, but this type of seduction was thebest.She joked about her seducing me not working, but she had to realize every sound she made got me hotter. Made me want her more.
My pulse pounded in my body as I leaned us both up to look at the fire. It was just embers now, and I stood and set her on the ground. “Be right back. Getting a bucket of water.”
I filled one from a spigot a few yards away and tossed it on the rest of the ash. Doing so sent a darkness all around us, the lights from the stars barely escaping through. I could only see Nora’s outline, and my heart lodged in my throat as I reached for her.
Her fingers shook as we made our way to the tent. I unzipped it, looking for the flashlight, but she stopped me. “No.”
“No flashlight?”
“I just want to feel you. All of you,” she said, her voice soft and tender. She reached for my waist, and she pulled me closer to her before I ducked inside the tent. Then she kissed me.
It was a slow, passionate kiss as she slid her tongue inside my mouth, taking charge of the embrace. She groaned into my mouth and arched her back, her sounds and tastes and smells driving me insane. She started undoing the buttons of my shirt, and I covered her hand with mine. “Inside,” was all I could say, my words becoming more difficult as lust fueled my brain.
“Okay.”
