What the hell is it with these guys? Is there not a decent bone in their godforsaken bodies?
With that, I haul my bedding up and trudge back to the van. Rolling it out, I lie on top. Back to my century post, back to staring into the starry sky while I keep watch. Motherfuckers will do good to stay the hell away, if they know what’s?—
“Hadley?” The van door opens, and Maggie drops to the step.
“Don’t ask me to leave. I can’t.”
“That’s not what I was going to say...”
She lifts her head, gazing at the same stars.
I sit up and pull my knees up, resting my forearms on them as I take stock of her elegant angles. Forest green eyes that scan the night sky. Her beautiful dark waves around her shoulders, and long legs that end in tiny fucking shorts. Nails painted a dusty pink, matching her toenails, dig into her skin now awash with goosebumps despite the balmy summer air.
“You’re cold. Go inside.”
Her gaze falls to me. “Not yet.”
“I really am sorry, Ma?—”
Her finger presses over my lips.
Her focus drops to where it stays, motionless, as my chest stills.
Fragrant florals and vanilla shroud me as she shuffles to the edge of the van’s side step. “Stop apologizing. If you’re going to talk to me in this perfect moment, say something else.”
I swallow, and she tracks the movement as my Adam’s apple bobs. Her eyes study my face as her tongue darts out and wets her lips. Fuck me, a man’s never been so desperate for something in the history of mankind. The swell of my cock has my jeans bulging already.
Her finger slips away from my lips, but her gaze remains planted on there.
“What do you want to hear?” I ask, the words threadbare.
She huffs.
A stick snaps to our left, and the moment is extinguished instantly.
Christ almighty. I have whiplash from tonight alone. Let alone the memories of our highlights today...
The wordfuckleaving those pretty damn lips.
The cool water sliding over her skin and between her breasts. I’ve never wanted to be a droplet of water more in all my life.
A needy burn flares in my core. Footsteps close in before Spence appears, towel over his shoulder, hair damp as he gives us a shit-eating grin and a wave, making a sharp turn and hiking for Brady’s truck.
Nosy little shit. He could have walked back without the detour.
“Get some sleep, tomorrow will be better,” I rumble.
She leans in a little like she’s about to... then jerks backward before, “Night.” A forced smile is plastered back on her face.
Happy and somewhat confused, I lay back down, hand under my head, cock stretching my jeans painfully.
I focus on the stars.
I focus on the sounds of Maggie climbing back into her bunk.
Slamming my eyes shut, I focus on the swell of her chest, those hard peaks straining the fabric of her T-shirt that were literally in my face moments ago. My cock twitches and I can’t stop the sensation as I come like a damn teenager in my boxers. I tamp back a groan.
I’m totally fucked.
