“Yeah, well, I doubt I’ll get rid of that without a really cold shower which I think I may need to go take in a minute.”
Oh, wow. I knew enough to know a guy could go through a lot of pain if a girl worked him up enough and he didn’t... get his release. The ache had gotten so intense before I’d broken into a million pieces. I couldn’t imagine being forced to stay in that state with no end. He’d held me while I found my release.
“I could... help,” I offered quietly and Sawyer’s body went rigid at my words.
“What?”
“I could help with your um... need for release. I mean it is my fault you’re like this. I could... I mean, I want to help.”
“Ah, shit,” he muttered, covering his face with his hand and rubbing it hard. “Lana, you can’t say things like that to me right now.”
“Why?”
“Because it only makes me hurt worse thinking about it.”
Crawling off his lap, I didn’t raise my eyes to see what his reaction was. Instead, I took a deep breath and reached for the button of his shorts. His hand grabbed mine, “Oh no. I’m not letting you do that.”
“I want to.”
Sawyer shook his head, “No, Lana. I’ll go up to the bath house and fix this.”
Shoving his hand away with more strength than was required, I continued to undo his shorts.
“Ohgod,” he groaned as I pulled them down. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down far enough down his hips. I was on a major power trip. Seeing Sawyer Vincent completely fascinated with everything I was doing was sexy, not to mention fun.
I pushed the nervous, reserved Lana who was screaming in my head that I could not touch a boy there, far away. I reached into his boxers and my hands felt his warm, silky erection.
“Holy shit,” Sawyer exhaled in a deep voice that sent shivers through me.
Sawyer
I opened my eyes as the warmth of the early morning rays hit the tent. Last night’s events slowly washed over me and the body I had pressed up against me made me smile. Lana McDaniel had rocked my world last night. When she’d come in my arms, I was pretty damn sure nothing could ever be that hot. But then, the expression of awe on her face with her mouth slightly open in wonder as she gently used her innocent ministrations to give me my release had been the absolute sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Pulling her tighter against my chest, I inhaled the sweet, subtle scent of her shampoo and closed my eyes.
“Good morning,” she said groggily as she rolled over in my arms until she was facing me. The shy smile on her face said she knew that she’d made me a very happy man last night.
“Mornin’” I murmured before softly kissing her mouth.
She backed away and covered her mouth to keep me from doing anything more.
“Morning breath. I need to brush my teeth,” she explained as she kept her hand over her mouth.
“I’m sure it smells as sweet as the rest of you,” I assured her, ducking my head and kissing her neck before sniffing her skin loud enough to make her giggle. I wasn’t one for giggling but that giggle was sexy and rare. I liked it. A lot.
“Get up; we got a waterfall to find. It’s gonna be hot as hell in a few hours and we need to be close to the cold water to cool off when it hits.” Jake’s voice boomed over the campsite.
Lana pushed away from me and sat up. I rolled over on my back and watched her as she gathered her supplies to get ready.
She flashed a smile back at me as she reached for the zipper of the tent. I noticed her discarded bra from last night and I sat up and grabbed her arm.
“You can’t go out there like that,” I said in a more demanding voice than I’d intended. The idea of Jake or anyone else seeing her braless in that skimpy little top sent a possessive jolt through me. No way in hell.
“Like what?” She frowned, staring down at my hand on her arm.
I picked up her bra and dangled it in front of her. “You need to put this on.”
She held up the clothes in her arms, “I’m putting on my swimsuit under my clothes. I don’t need my bra today.”