Left for Wild - Harloe Rae Page 0,47
Paul. “My lawyer is damn sneaky. He didn’t tell me you’d be chosen.”
“Ah, well, it doesn’t matter now. Those plans didn’t really pan out.”
I grip the back of my neck. “Maybe that’s one positive in this mess.”
She winks at me. “I’d say. Being able to kiss you without a guilty conscience is a definite plus.”
After a brief pause of hesitation, I swoop in and seal my lips over hers. Blakely stiffens for a second before catching up to speed. She loops her arms around my shoulders, tugging me forward. We exchange a tandem groan while sliding our tongues together. A simple touch sets a torch to my blood until I’m raging beyond control.
I breathe her in, begging that’s where she will always stay. She presses closer, offering herself to my depraved needs. Our touch roams and explores and surpasses boundaries.
Blakely rests her forehead on mine. “It’s so much better this way.”
I drift my nose along the slope of hers. “In the wild?”
“Lost together.”
“Stranded,” I add.
“Nothing will be the same, even after we’re found.”
“Except this.” I squeeze her waist.
“Yes,” she exhales against my lips.
I kiss her again, soft and slow. Allowing time to remain stagnant or rush by without care. Either option will allow us to remain trapped in this moment.
Blakely shivers in my hold, and I pull away from the warmth of her mouth. “I should get some wood split. Then you can build a fire.”
She laughs and burrows deeper into my embrace. “Your expectations of my abilities are a bit lofty.”
I clutch a handful of her ass in my fist. “I’ll be your assistant.”
Blakely’s purr gets my pulse pounding harder. “Oh, now we’re speaking a fluent language. I like the sound of that.”
I break apart from the distracting comfort of her hold. Being surrounded by her heat is enough to release an inferno inside of me. But I refuse to let the cold penetrate her bliss. After gathering our belongings from the canoe, I deposit the supplies by her feet. I unpack the hatchet and sleeping bag, wrapping the latter around Blakely’s slim figure.
“Sit tight. I’ll get some logs ready.”
She shrugs off the blanket. “I can help. We need kindling, right?”
I smirk at her. “Whatever you wanna do, boss.”
“Being useful gives me a sense of pride when control has been robbed.” She pops out a hip, giving me a burst of vibrant sass. Not like I can argue with that logic. And her attitude ignites another blaze in my gut. I almost cup the evidence tenting my pants, but turn to hide the reaction instead.
“All right, that’s solid teamwork. I’ll be over there if you need me.” I blindly gesture to a point behind me. It’s not like I won’t find a nearby tree in this forest. I won’t get a damn thing done while she’s bending over to collect sticks. But who am I to complain?
Blakely wanders off while humming an upbeat tune I don’t recognize. Forcing my gaze from the promise of her curves takes an amount of control that I wasn’t aware any man could possess. I release the repressed frustration on an innocent spruce, hacking into each branch with a renewed strength of urgency. The loud thwack from my hatchet drowns out her melody. Not hearing that repeating track slices into me with a swift blade. At what point will I break? If I wear myself out, there will be less desire to act irrationally once the sawdust settles.
The soft notes of her song tapper into silence. “Do you miss your computers?”
I furrow my brow, not taking the chance to look at her. “Why do you ask?”
“That’s what you do for work, right?”
A grunt rips from me with the satisfying crash of a falling bough. “I didn’t get much of a chance to dive into any projects. My release was only a week ago. More than that now, I suppose.”
The sound of something smacking into a solid surface almost has me turning around. “Urgh, right. That’s really unfair.”
“Yeah, it fucking sucks. I lost my shit when we first woke up, but things aren’t too bad. We’re doing well enough, right?”
“All things considered? Heck yes. We’re ruling this deserted in the wilderness ploy.”
That can’t be repeated enough. I set my sights on another thick limb and lift the blade. “We’ll survive from that sort of gumption alone.”
“Don’t forget the abundance of fresh fish.”
I drop my arm and glance at her. “Are you hungry?”
Blakely waves away my concern. “I’m fine and dandy. So, were you planning on