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Unbidden, my mind flashed back to a dimly-lit motel room, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his hard lines flattening my curves.

His lips moved up my jaw, his beard tickling my neck. Then his breath was warm on my ear.

“I’m going to make you come until you can’t see straight anymore.”

A promise made.

A promise kept.

I didn’t know if that was where York’s mind went as well, but I saw the way heat flicked in his eyes, felt the way my body responded to it immediately.

Everything in the tent constricted, tempting me to move closer. Even as what was left of my rational mind told me I needed to move away, out, down the hall, into my bedroom, with the door locked.

His gaze left mine for a moment, traveling down the front of me, where my tank top gaped from the bent-forward position, making me suddenly aware of my decision not to put a bra back on, and likely making his own mind drift back through the years to touching, squeezing, twisting, circling, and sucking.

Heat pooled in my belly, worked its way up and around, shooting up my spine, circling around my chest. Until I felt like I was suffocating on it. Like I might burn up from a look alone.

My breath stuttered and surged. My heart thundered. My mind swirled.

York’s gaze slid back up, taking in my need-heavy lids, my flushed cheeks, and my parted lips.

I knew what he was going to do.

I knew I needed to stop it.

But then his strong hand was on the back of my neck, yanking me forward.

And I simply followed.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Runa

Warmth pooled behind my ribs, spreading outward until my fingertips and toes tingled with it.

My legs moved to the outsides of his as his arm closed around my waist and pulled me down.

My body recognized the shape of him, the familiarity, the muscle memory of wanting, as I lowered down and angled my head up.

His lips closed over mine, the kiss slow and coaxing, almost gentle, even as his hand clenched around the back of my neck and his arm tightened so hard around me that it trapped my breath in my lungs.

Each breath felt stolen as the air between us thickened until breathing felt like drowning in slow motion as his lips slanted over mine again and again.

My restless body wiggled, and York’s arm pulled me closer, settling me higher on his lap, then coaxing me downward until I felt the hard outline of his cock press against the juncture of my thighs.

A sound escaped me then, throaty and deep, muffled by his lips.

My thoughts fractured into want, pure and singular.

York’s teeth snagged my lower lip as my hips rocked against him, sending a current of need so strong through me, I felt burned by it.

“Fuck, that’s a good sound,” he murmured, pulling back to watch me as his hands went to my hips, pressing me down more firmly against him.

It was all heat and need and friction then as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck as I rode him through his jeans.

York’s hands slipped to my ass, sinking in, guiding me as my need for release made my movements clumsy.

The pleasure peaked, tightened, then released, making me cry out into his neck as the waves crashed through me over and over again.