“Move your hands higher,” she murmured.
I shifted them so my thumbs danced across the underneath of her pert breasts, more nervous than I’d ever been.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing. It’s just, I’m used to a night or two with a groupie and then it’s over, but you and I have another three days left together and we have to work together. I don’t want to make this weird.”
She twisted her head, so she was looking up at me, her stunning ocean-green eyes dancing in the firelight. “We’ve not done anything yet, so I don’t know what you’re worried about, but I’m not asking you to marry me or to even do this again. I mean, you might be crap, right?”
Nipping her earlobe, I growled, “I will not be crap, I can promise you that.”
“Good to hear, but no overthinking. Let’s just have some fun. I thought you were just getting warm and maybe warming me up. You can do that, right?”
“I can do that, Princess.”
“Good. I don’t want us to freeze.”
Taking me by the wrists, Fern lifted my hands, cupping them to her breasts, making me groan again, even louder this time.
Caressing them slowly, my swollen shaft rubbed against the curve of her tight ass, making me desperate for more. Rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, she arched into my touch while my mouth found her neck, kissing down to her shoulder.
Her skin was soft, and I longed to sink my teeth into her and leave my mark, but I gave myself an internal slap and reminded myself that I couldn’t let go and fuck her hard. She needed gentle.
“You wanna get naked?” I husked in her ear, making her nod enthusiastically. “Isn’t that what people do when they’re freezing and need to get warm?”
“Good idea.” Sitting up, she pulled her hoodie off, letting me get an eye full of her naked breasts. Unable to hold back, I leaned forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the pebbled tip until she pressed her hands to the back of my head. The feel of her nails raking across my scalp made me feel feral.
Moving to her other breast, I repeated the movement until Fern fisted the pillows, panting out my name.
“Tell me,” I demanded, my voice so low I didn’t even recognize it. “Tell me what you want. What do you dream of someone doing to you?”
“I—”
“I want to hear. I want to know what your fantasies are. I want to be the one to give you the world.”
She shook her head. “I don’t know where to start or what will feel good or even what I’d enjoy.”
Lifting from her, I pulled back the duvet, making us both shiver. Pointing to her leggings, she rolled them down, tossing them to the side, before smiling at me.
“I have an idea, Princess. I’m going to explore every inch of you. I’m going to show you how good the simplest touches can feel. I’m going to set your body on fire and then I’m going to watch you unravel.”
“You have such a way with words.”
I eased her back against the pillows, ghosting my fingers from the column of her neck, through the valley of her breasts to her stomach, watching her body roll under my touch.
“I’m going to show you what else I can do with my mouth.” She giggled. “But first, I’m going to strip. You good with that?”
“I’m good with that.”
Standing from the bed, I pulled off my joggers. Fern looked me up and down, her eyes widening. “What the hell is that thing?” she gasped.
“My cock.”
“Well, it’s not normal. I can’t… that won’t… I mean, God…”
“Trust me?”
Her face softened. “I trust you, Charlie.”
