If I had to spend the last few weeks of my life playing in Survival, at least I would do so with an intriguing woman who smelled nice.
five
ERIN
The first thought to cross my mind when I woke up was that Rhett’s cock was huge.
Huge, huge.
And nestled in the fold where my leg met my pelvis, thick and hard and way too close to my core.
Which was exactly where I wanted him, even if there wasn’t a chance in hell I could admit that out loud.
His chest rose and fell steadily, his arms draped over my back and lower waist. I could feel how relaxed he was—in everywhere except that particular place—and knew he was really sleeping.
Rain was still dripping onto my back from the leaves that made up our roof, and I could still hear it falling.
So, we weren’t done with that particular hell.
On the plus side, it was the perfect opportunity to work on those feelings Rhett had mentioned.
Wanting someone to share a bed with.
The horniness.
My face heated, my eyes still closed.
I needed to make myself want sex, and there was an obvious focus for that particular desire at the moment.
Rhett.
I let my thoughts linger on his cock, and considered what it might feel like if I shifted my weight a little.
Just enough to line him up with my center.
I imagined the feel of his thick erection against my clit.
His hands finding my ass and rocking me the way he wanted to, too.
His mouth taking mine, our bodies moving together, until?—
One of Rhett’s arms tightened around my upper back.
The other slid down to my ass, until a large hand was gripping one of my cheeks like he owned it.
My face burned.
Desire clenched my lower belly.
I didn’t move.
Not when I was waiting for him to decide what he was going to do next.
A moment passed, then another.
And finally, he released me entirely. His erection throbbed against me violently.
I slipped off of him before opening my eyes and striding down the beach. My hands were shaking, so I shoved them in the pockets of my soaked running shorts. Rain was still falling hard, but I barely noticed it.