“Lily, you’re playing a very dangerous game.”
His vision had adjusted to the darkness now and enough moonlight filtered through the tent that he could see her cocked brow. “Who’s playing? It’s cold outside. This is basic survival.”
He lifted his lips. “We’re hardly in the Arctic.”
She shrugged against him, splaying her hands out. She was searching the tent for the vial and he damn well knew it.
“I’m cold natured. I need the extra warmth. This is purely self preservation. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”
Right now he’d deny her nothing. She wasn’t going to get what she was looking for, but she was going to get something entirely different if she kept playing this game. He was at her mercy as she surged against him. Her soft hair brushed his face, her breath wafting against his neck. He slid his arms around her, pressing down on her lower back to feel more of the contact of her body along his.
He decided to test her by letting his hands wander lower, cupping the globes of her ass and gently kneading them.
She gasped and stilled.
He waited for her to roll off now that she knew she wasn’t going to find the vial or his phone, but he didn’t remove his hands from her ass. Instead, he kneaded her butt cheeks, pulling her against his erection, letting her feel what she was doing to him.
He was damn shocked when Lily laid her head on his shoulder and moaned, rocking against his now fully erect cock.
“Mac,” she sighed.
He’d expected retreat, not a full-on attack. So now what? Undressing in this tiny tent was out of the question. And f**king her? So not a good idea for way too many reasons. But he owed her. He owed her big time. And he could help her sleep. She was tensed up from everything that had gone down tonight—he could feel it in every muscle of her body. So was he, but at the moment he wasn’t thinking about himself—he was thinking only about Lily, and the way she felt on top of him, sliding her jean-clad pu**y against his cock, wanting what he desperately wanted to give her.
But not this way, and not tonight.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against her ear. “Ride my cock. Does it feel good on your clit?”
“Mmm hmmm,” she mumbled, her face buried in his neck. She had a death grip on his shirt as she pitched forward.
She needed better contact. He reached between them, finding the button of her jeans. With a quick flip of his fingers the button was undone and he drew the zipper down. Hey, he was a thief. He was good at getting into things. Or getting someone out of things. With a hard tug, he jerked Lily’s jeans down her hips, maneuvering underneath her to drag them down her thighs.
Damn, he wished he was naked so he could feel the silky smoothness of her skin against his. But this would have to do.
“Now rub against my dick. Make yourself come.”
She lifted, her gaze searching, curious. “Don’t you want to…”
He grinned, swept her hair behind her ears. “More than life itself, baby. But this isn’t the time or place, and there’s no room in this tiny tent for a rollicking f**k session. Besides, I want to enjoy you. I just want to hear you, feel you get off.
Now do it.”
Those eyes of hers…so vivid. She might want, but she was unsure whether to trust him. He asked a lot of her, exposing her like this, and he knew it. Once again, she was the one taking all the risks. But she was also the one who’d reap all the rewards. She needed this. Her muscles were taut with tension and she needed to unwind.
“Come for me, Lily,” he whispered. “Let me do this for you.”
She stayed like she was, braced up with her hands on either side of him, then moved forward, her pu**y brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. Against the hard rock of his dick, which throbbed in response, pulsing in protest.
Yeah, yeah, it could complain as much as it wanted, but no way was he going to roll her under him and f**k her. Not tonight and not like this. Too much history, too much mental wrangling he wasn’t prepared to deal with. Besides, it was pure heaven soaking in the response in her eyes, the way her lips parted and she gasped as her clit found what it needed, dragging against his shaft.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Oh. Oh, yes,” she whispered, her voice all gravelly soft and doing terrible things to his balls.
At least he didn’t have to worry about being cold anymore. Heat swelled his c**k to painful proportions, the sweet burn of her body undulating against him was roasting him. Yeah, he was more than hot now. Lily was fire and he was engulfed.
He lifted his hips to give her better access and she responded by groaning.
“Mac.”
His name spilling from her lips made him shudder. He gripped her hips, helping her slide along his cock. Her panties were wet, the moisture from her pu**y soaking through his jeans. The urge to slip his fingers inside her, to feel her tight muscles surround his finger, was prominent in his mind. He wanted to pump her pu**y and bring her to orgasm, to feel her clench and writhe around him and scream in his ear while her hot cream poured over his dick.
And why, exactly, wasn’t he doing that? Because of some misguided sense of chivalry? When had he developed that particular affliction? Hell of a time for him to become honorable.
Especially when her breathing grew sharper, her movements faster as she slid with relentless determination against his swollen cock.
“Mac, I need to come.”
“I know.” He dug his fingers into her hips and drew her down hard. His gaze was riveted on the concentration on her face, on how her teeth nibbled her bottom lip. The sounds of her ragged breaths intermixed with the tiny moans that escaped as she neared climax.
“Yes, so close.”
She was panting now, and he gritted his teeth. Fuck, she was making him crazy rocking against his dick like that. His balls squeezed tight against his body, damn near bursting with the sweet pleasure of her hot pu**y all over him. Control was almost nonexistent but he held on, concentrating on her face as she tilted her head back, cried out and released, shuddering against him.
He could only imagine the sweet relief she felt as her orgasm crashed through her, leaving her trembling in its wake, panting as she fell on top of him, her head on his shoulder.
Mac wrapped his arms around her and let her recover.
He kept his eyes closed, the memory of Lily coming apart on top of him so damn sweet.