I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into me, so I can taste him deeper, using him as my life source.
Caleb moves to my neck and trails kisses to my exposed breasts. He sucks and swirls his lips over my nipple as he continues his divine torture, pumping in and out of me.
Then, he switches to the other nipple. Already hot and hard for him, he doesn’t show mercy. Gently, he latches onto the bud, grazing his teeth against it as he tugs.
His attention alone could send me over the edge, but watching him tend to me is overwhelmingly addictive.
I want more.
“Please . . .” I lift my hips to him.
He doesn’t relent at first, ignoring my cries. Several torturous whimpers later, he pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me bare to the elements. He undoes the top of his shorts. Male evanescence spills over his boxers, and I ache to trace the v-lines of his hips and lose myself in his jungle.
Deciding I’m ready for him, he takes one of my hands and places it under his boxers as he rubs my clit and kisses my neck. “Feel how hard I am for you.”
Hard as a rock, my hand grips him. I stroke his shaft, feeling every vein and ridge as I tug.
He bites his lip and moans. “That’s it. Don’t stop that. Mmm,fuck. Do you know how bad I want you?” He groans and moves out of my grasp, reaching for the top of his shorts to slide them down. “Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructs.
Caleb pumps his cock at my entrance. He covers me with his delicious body heat and just as he’s about to stretch me open, he stops. “Ah, shit.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder in defeat.
I try to look down between us to see what’s going on. “What? Oh no, did you just—”
He lifts his head. “What? No!” He chuckles. “Tyler just told me he’s on his way. We have to get dressed before he returns.”
“Oh,” I say softly, embarrassed I had forgotten the world outside our bubble. As I try to rejoin the real world, I say, “Uh... yeah. Okay.”
We dress in silence, exchange glances and stare longer than normal, but I don’t know what to say. Normally, we’d be arguing.
I’m not sure how to act when we’re on the same page. I’m finger combing my hair when I touch something that isnothair.
Caleb jumps at my squeal. “What? What is it?”
“There’s something in my hair. Get it. Get it.” I shake my hands out in front of me.
Living in the wild, I can handle most bugs, but whateverthatwas felthuge.
Caleb rushes to my side. “Okay, I’ll get it. Calm down.” He sifts through my hair.
I only give him a second before I’m panicking again. All I can think is,what if he doesn’t find it?“Did you find it?”
“Hold still. Just relax. I’ll find it.” He fishes through my hair gently.
I’m trying my best to stand still, but my feet march in place, resisting the urge to run. He laughs at me as he sifts through more. “I can’t get it if you can’t stand still.”
“I know. I know. Sorry.” Since I can’t move, I settle for squealing to myself. “Whatever it was, it was huge.”
What feels like a lifetime later, Caleb stops and says, “Found it.”
“Oh my goddess, get it.” I flap my hands. “What is it? Is it a spider? Wait—no. I don’t want to know.”
His two fingers pinch whatever it is.
“If it’s a spider, don’t tell me. Just... lie to me and tell me it’s something else, but don’t let me see it. But also, don’t kill it either.”
I don’t need any more kills under my belt, I think to myself.
As I ramble, Caleb dips his chin, glancing at me and flashes me a crooked smile, then returns to his rescue mission. Whatever it is slides down the strands.
