That’s . . . sweet.
“Are you also here for a little turn down service and to tuck me in?” I tease, reminding him this isn’t a hotel.
Cort pulls back, keeping his hands on my jaw. “Maybe.” Then he’s kissing me again, slipping his hand around the back of my neck while the other slides down my arm until our hands are clasped together. Lifting our collective fingers, he tucks them against his chest while continuing to spell out his desire.
Cort and I are clearly attracted to each other. An unexplained magnetism that I should resist, but with the way he’s kissing me I can’t think straight.
Before I know it, Cort is walking us the short distance to the edge of the bunk bed and tucking me beneath the upper berth.
I giggle as I take a seat. “Why do I feel like I’m breaking rules at summer camp? Like I have a boy in my cabin after lights out.”
“You have a man in your cabin,” Cort snorts, staring down at me. “And is that my shirt?”
He’s caught me. After showering, I tugged on a pair of black leggings and his flannel shirt from last weekend, minus a bra.
“Maybe,” I tease, chewing my lower lip.
“Looks good on you.”
I wait for him to say it would look better on the floor, but he doesn’t speak. Instead, he lowers to climb onto the single bed, forcing me to lay back. Partially covering me, he wedges his leg between both of mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Vale.” He brushes back my hair and kisses me despite my face heating at the compliment.
When he bends his knee, he forces my legs to spread wider and I curl one of my legs over his thigh. Cupping his face, I run my fingertips over the bristly scruff on his jaw.
Cort hums. “I like having your hands on me.”
I like having my hands on him, too. Pulling my head back so I can see him better, I stare into his deep eyes.
The room is dark other than a light on the nightstand replicating a camp lamp. I’d previously dimmed the switch, preparing for my personal relief moment. Now, I have this man winding me up even tighter and spitting out compliments.
He swipes through my hair again, glancing at my hair line a second. His voice is low when he speaks. “Maybe I was never afraid of touch. Just hadn’t experienced it with the right person.” His dark gaze falls to my eyes.
My heart skips a beat.Am I the right person?I want to be.
Brushing my hand along his jaw, I pinch his chin and bring his mouth back to mine.
While we kiss, I’m sensitive to his thigh pressed against my center and my breasts crushed beneath his chest. The partial weight of him is soothing, calming even, despite the racing behind my ribs and the beat between my legs. If I’m not careful, I’m going to end up humping his thigh.
Deciding we need a small break, I pull back, catching Cort’s eyes. I’ve been kissed speechless. This moment has been knock-your-cabin-socks-off and kick-off-the-baseball-cleats delicious and I’d be happy just to continue to stare into this man’s eyes for eternity.
Until Cort stretches his arm underneath the pillow beneath my head and suddenly goes rigid over me. His gaze falls to the pillow, where he slowly withdraws his hand, holding?—
“Oh, shit,” I whisper.
Between his hasty entrance and the dizzying kisses, I forgot all about what I stashed and where.
Cort perches up on his elbow, examining the small, purple wand. Not my finest toy but one that gets the job done.
“Cort, I . . .” I actually don’t know what to say or how to defend myself.
“Did you just use this or where you about to use it?” His voice is raspy and rough, urgent even, licking up my spine and leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake.
When the vibrator turns on, I flinch a little, releasing a nervous giggle.
“Answer me.” The strain in Cort’s command suggests he’s suddenly holding on by a thin thread. A thread only as thick as the clothing separating me from that vibrator.
Swallowing down my nerves, I’m uncertain which answer will sound better, but decide to go with thecleanerof the two options. And the truth. “I was about to use it.”
