Page 59 of Lorcan's Obsession

“The pilot can hear you,” I said, straight-faced.

Her hand flew to her mouth, her green eyes bulging with embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she mouthed.

I shrugged, keeping myself from smiling. “We are landing in twenty minutes, baby. You got this.”

She gave me the finger and turned the other way.

The truth is, the pilot couldn’t hear us. But my woman was dangerous when she was horny, and I’d anticipated she’d try and do something naughty and catch me off guard. I was surprised it had only been dirty talk so far.

An electric-blue, open-air classic Land Rover Defender was waiting for us when we touched down. We started off the evening with some dune bashing. I revved the vehicle down the steep sandy slopes, kicking up massive clouds of dust into the sunset. Tristen squealed each time we plunged into the dunes, clinging to the frame of the car. She loved the thrill and danger and began to announce when we were getting close to a peak, waving her arms wildly when the rover plummeted over the edge. Our adrenaline fed off each other, daring us to be louder, bolder, more reckless. Never had I had a better thrill partner.

As the sun dipped behind the slopes, we drove away from the sands and lingered in the desert conservation area. Among the many wildlife, we spotted Arabian oryx, gazelles, sand foxes, and golden eagles. Despite her earlier protests, Tris insisted on taking photos of every grove and wanted me in each picture. I willingly agreed, so long as we could take a photo together afterward. Who knows, maybe I'd make it to her lockscreen.

Once we got to camp, Tris opted for a lazy camel ride to cool down. Understandable, but I needed something stronger to keep myself in check. I grabbed a pair of goggles and a sandboard. Extreme sports were my preferred method to unwind, and my pride, adrenaline, and excitement were roaring at a record high. Nothing less than sandboarding would tamp down my raging fantasies. Even as I surfed the creamy dunes, my mind still pictured Tristen beside me, her body doing tantalizing things that drove me wild.

Thank fuck we were reaching the end of the countdown because I'd have no restraint left after dinner. As the activities wound down, we arrived at the lounging tent.

Dinner was served in the culturally traditional fashion, with embroidered pillows and mats on the floor and ornamental trays placed in the center. Servers welcomed us with glasses of champagne and brought out tray after tray of our six-course gourmet meal. During the dinner, a belly dancer glided across the tiki torch-lit camp like a serpent, shimmying her waist and jingling the golden belt across her tight hips. I dipped a slice of carrot in the hummus and held it in front of Tristen’s mouth. “Try this.”

Her eyes twinkled. I was mirroring her gesture at the Swiss restaurant, and the action was not lost upon her. With each bite of the appetizers, she wrapped her lips around my finger, sucking tenderly and setting my blood on fire.

Between the appetizers and the main course, Tris began to fiddle nervously with the diamanté buttons on her dress.

“Are you not happy with the main course selection?” I asked, tipping her chin toward me. “We can change the lobster and prawns to whatever you like.”

“No. It’s not the food.” Her eyes glanced at the diamond lights in the sky before nervously meeting my gaze. “Everything is amazing, Lorcan. But I-I want to be alone with you right now.”

The crack in her voice was like a fissure in her soul. This was different from Tristen’s usual upping her game and staking her claim. For the first time, I could feel she wanted me. Like really wanted me for more than what my body could offer.

My heartbeats pounded into a thunderous gallop. I was going to give her everything she wanted tonight and form memories with her to last a lifetime.

“I thought we’d make your first campfire s'mores. But only if you want to.”

Her lips curved in a dazzling smile. “Really?”

“Yeah. And afterward, we are going to that tent. We’ll spend the night there.”

“I’m excited!” she squealed, rubbing her hands. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Yes, pay attention.” I sat in front of the fire pit, taking her hand with me until she stood between my legs. “You’re going to learn from the hands of the master.”

She rested her back to my chest, and together, we readied Hershey's milk chocolate bars, marshmallows, and graham crackers. We skewered the marshmallows, and I guided Tris’s hand with my own as she turned them on all sides, roasting the gooey white sweetness to a golden brown.

"Ready for your first bite?"

She nodded with gusto and opened her mouth wide. I placed the perfect s'mores sandwich between those luscious lips.

"Mm…mm.” She spoke between bites. “So fucking good, Lorcan. More. Gimme more."

With a chuckle, I fed my greedy bird a larger portion. Tristen devoured the sweet treat and released a soft moan of satisfaction as a sip of cognac washed it down. Soon, she was almost as good at making s’mores as I was. Almost. Before we could establish who was the true s’mores master, the grahams and marshmallows ran out. We’d have to settle the matter another time.

"You-you have some crumbs on your lips. Let me..." I stretched my hand to clean her with the pad of my thumb.

“No.” She gripped my wrist with both hands. “Use your tongue.”

Dominating hunger flared in every muscle in my body. I brought my mouth down to hers, slowly dragging my tongue across her lower lip, swiping the crumbs stuck to her shiny gloss. Her breath caught in a moan.

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