“These are the only things I could find. No plates to be seen, although there are a few spoons. Dig in.”
We sat on the couch to eat the black beans, and she eyed my bare chest.
“Did you wash your wounds?”
“Yes. I need you to apply some more antibacterial gel and bandages if you don’t mind.”
“Of course. Let me just stuff down this delicious dinner first.” She grinned. “Hell, maybe I’ll lose some weight being stranded here. I have a love affair with pizza, but it’s terrible for my thighs.”
“You don’t need to lose any weight,” I said, my eyes skating down to her cleavage under her V-neck t-shirt before lifting back to hers. “You’re perfect.”
Her cheeks flushed, making her look adorable in the firelight. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Once we were finished, she washed the mugs before sitting down on the couch and redressing my wounds. Afterward, she pointed to the mattress on the floor.
“I moved it down here because it’s cold as hell upstairs. I’m cold-natured and wouldn’t make it two minutes up there.”
“Makes sense. The fire is the only source of heat or light in this place. I’ll sleep here.” I patted the couch.
She set the first aid kit on the side table and shivered. “I was only wearing this shirt and underwear when you burst into my room at the safehouse and told me to don my pants.” She rubbed her arms under her short sleeve shirt. “Should I put on the other guy’s shirt to stay warm during the night?”
“No,” I said, scooting back into the corner of the couch and waving her toward me. “I don’t want you wearing his clothes until it’s absolutely necessary. I’ll warm you up and then you can climb under the blankets on the mattress.”
She shimmied toward me, settling between my legs as her ass rested against the juncture of my thighs. She leaned her back against my chest and rested her head on the juncture of my neck and pec. Nuzzling into me, she smiled as I cradled her. Unable to resist, I lifted my fingers to her damp hair, stroking it as she exhaled a satisfied breath.
“Did you just offer to warm me up so you could cuddle with me?” she teased.
I released a shaky breath, inwardly admitting that I’d been dying to hold her; to affirm we were both okay.
“Mmm...” I murmured, resting my lips on her forehead.
She nestled further into my body, and I closed my eyes, feeling my cock harden against her sweet ass. God, I wanted to bury myself there...so deep as she cried my name and begged for more...
“Nick...” she whispered.
“It will go away...eventually,” I said, my hand softly stroking her hair. “Fuck, I’m so glad you’re okay. I was terrified they were going to hurt you.”
“I was scared too, but I knew you’d save me.” She slowly lifted her face to gaze into my eyes. “I can help it go away if you want.”
I inhaled a deep breath, staring into those gorgeous eyes as she slid her hand over mine.
“It’s normal to want to affirm life after going through something like this,” she continued softly.
“I’m not going to fuck you, princess,” I said, hating the small spark of rejection that flashed through her eyes. “But I do need to hold you, just for a minute.”
Her lips curved, and the little minx pushed her ass into my swollen cock. “But it will feel so good...” She slowly dragged my hand over her stomach to the waistband of her yoga pants. Threading our fingers, she dug beneath the waistband, slowly gliding my hand to her core. “I want this. Feel for yourself...”
She pressed my fingers between the lips of her pussy. “See?
I stared deep into her eyes as I slid my fingers up and down her slit, coating them in her slick honey. Once they were soaked with her wet arousal, I asked the question I already knew the answer to.
“Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”
She licked her lips as her body undulated against my fingers. “Yes.”
“Those fucking nerds at MIT are idiots. How did they not fall over themselves to fuck you?”
She breathed a laugh. “Because I’m weird and difficult, and I like computers more than boys.”
