I know I should’ve felt bad, but a thrill ran through me. I liked that he was jealous. It meant that I owned him, in all the ways I wanted to.
I did feel kind of bad, though. I was playing with him.
I rifled through the shelves, ignoring him because if I spoke, he’d pick up on how badly I wanted him. Finally, I spotted the bug spray, shoved high on the top shelf. Rising on my toes, I stretched too far.
“Need help?” His voice was a taunt.
“I’m fine.”
“You say that every time you’re about to do something stupid,” he muttered.
A moment later, his body was behind mine, heat pressing in. He reached up, taller, stronger, his arm brushing mine as he grabbed the bottle with infuriating ease. Except when he did, his hand grazed my chest.
“Sorry,” he smiled, though his eyes burned with anything but friendliness.
“Sure, you are.” I laughed lightly, stepping down. My foot slipped then, but his arms were already there, catching me, dragging me hard against him. His hand landed high, on the inside of my thigh. I could feel his fingers rightthere.
His fingers twitched slightly, as if he hadn’t quite decided what to do with them, but then I saw the emotions on his face as he leaned in and said, “I want a repeat of last night.”
I swallowed hard. “You’re the one with your hand between my legs. Do something about it. It’s familiar territory for you now.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth. He pressed his fingers just a fraction higher, tracing the seam of my shorts with maddening patience. Heat surged through me. Every inch of me was humming. He looked at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. And then, he grabbed my hips and gently walked me back to the wall, never taking his gaze off of me.
My back hit the wall as he held me in place. I squeaked.
“Shhh, be quiet.” He gave me an aloof smirk before dropping to his knees. His hands remained tight on my hips as he looked up at me, the playfulness vanishing from his face.
“I’ve been thinking about your pussy all morning,” he said, licking his lips. “Did you like it when I touched your clit with my fingers last night?”
My eyes went wide, my knees shaking as I simply nodded my head.
He grinned.
“What if I licked your clit? Would you like that? I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I’m fucking starving.”
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the top of my inner thigh, and I let out a raspy sigh. My breathing quickened, nearing hyperventilation at the thought of his mouth on me. When he kissed the inside of my other thigh, my knees started to shake.
“God, Mackenzie. I can smell you through your shorts. You smell so damn good,” he whined.
I fidgeted, my knees clamping around his head in anticipation.
“Be still,” he demanded, opening his hands on my hips and slowly pulling my shorts down.
A deafening crash of the cabin door slamming into the wall startled us apart.
“Good morning, Mackenzie and Max!” Nurse Campbell’s cheery voice sliced through the room.
Max got up so quickly I thought he might fall over, his eyes locked on me for one scorching second before he bolted for the door.
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Morning.”
Nurse Campbell looked at me with wide, attentive eyes, her face calm yet alert. She gave me a knowing glance before moving around the cabin with practiced efficiency, restocking gauze and making notes on her clipboard. Her presence was calm and clinical.
“Mackenzie…” She stopped me right as I was about to walk out. My face was flaming in embarrassment.
“Yes?” I asked, my voice high-pitched.
There was a pause. Then, completely unfazed, she said, “Can you come here, please?”
