He’s ready to be reckless with me. I know it.
“You bet your blue-collar ass it is. But I understand if it’s too much for you. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with all the fun to be had.”
My smile digs into his ego. Love that for me.
“We’re friends, right? Just like you said?”
“We are,” I agree. “Just two friends having some harmless fun together. Naked, of course.”
“And after all this is over?” he questions with a blank face.
“We leave it in Yellowstone and move on with our lives. If you’re capable of doing that. I’ve been told I’m hard to forget once my men have a taste.” I’m totally messing with him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
I want Easton to break, and goddamn it, let me be the lucky woman to catch him.
He nods his head repeatedly in a way that has my heart rate scaling and my insides tingling. He’s contemplating his next move, and I’m anticipating the fallout.
Please fall on me.
We’ve been tiptoeing around each other the past few days, and this girl is thirsty for some blue-collar cock.
“I think you may have the wrong impression of me, lost girl,” Easton murmurs closely, his voice laced with steadiness.It’s when the thick sweatshirt coating his body rises over his chest that I inwardly gasp, my body remaining eerily still. “I’d hate to ever be a man misconceived for something I’m not. So, let’s make a few things clear. Shall we?”
It’s happening.
I gulp. “Go for it.” My eyes refuse to make contact with him. I can’t. Not when the buckle to his belt falls loose as he slips the strap free from his jeans.
I can’t pull my eyes away.
“I’m fucked in the head. I won’t lie about that,” Easton tells me, commanding the entire forest with his sultry voice. He lifts his white undershirt next, revealing the most tan and taut muscles I’ve ever seen, not at all fazed by the sharp chill in the air.
He’s methodical with his steps—his teasing.
“But there’s something you’re missing. Something even a woman as smart as you can miss.” I wait for it. But I show no sign of impatience, appreciating the artwork of Easton’s two tattoo sleeves, continuing to his chest and neck. Black and gray, with so much detail, I’d have to examine them closely to tell what they are.
He’s covered in art.
“And what’s that?” I lift my eyes to his, but they lower again the second his hands reach for the button of his formfitting jeans. Might as well keep ’em here at the rate he’s abandoning clothing.
I’m unashamed of my carnality, taking pride in being the woman fortunate enough to get a striptease from Easton Voss.
“I’m a good fucking time,” he declares. And what a declaration it is. “And I think it’s time I start acting like it. Wouldn’t you say?”
“Please do,” I nearly shout. I don’t know what’shappening right now and what made him change his mind, but I’m not stupid enough to question it.
Surprising me even more, Easton grins. The most cynical, yet charming grin I’ve ever witnessed, and it’s directed at me. White teeth and full lips, pointed at the woman who was once a stranger, yet nothing about us feels foreign anymore.
To me, we’re authentic.
Like real friends. Or whatever we’re about to become for the rest of the trip. At least, I hope that’s where this is headed.
Because I’m all in.In there like swimwear, baby.
Before releasing his jeans, Easton removes his boots and socks. Again, I don’t notice a single shiver from the cold. He’s borderline robotic with restraint. It makes me wonder what he’s thinking in that tightly guarded brain full of secrets.
I bet he’s steady with those big hands, too.
Is this his way of telling me he’s all in? That he’s down to have fun with me? Even if we both know it may come back to screw us in the end? We won’t exactly be focusing on the purpose of coming here to begin with.
