Page 74 of Ex Marks the Spot

I sound entirely too breathy for someone who had all of her faculties a few seconds ago, but that was before Court was tilting my chin up and brushing his lips against mine, so it’s obviously not my fault.

“Do you know how hard it was not to touch you all day?” he murmurs.

I reach between us and run my hand over the thickening bulge in his shorts. “I have a pretty good idea.”

The low rumble in his chest becomes a sharp hiss when the train lurches forward, shifting my body weight into Court.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just caught me off guard.”

Way to go, Hartley. How about you just stomp on his ankle next time?I step back to avoid another mishap when he pulls me to him again and says,

“Stop beating yourself up.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.” To prove his point, he touches my furrowed brow and the corners of my downturned lips.

“I just feel bad for hurting you. I planned on making you sit down and prop your foot up as soon as we got in here, but then I got distracted by all your”—I circle my finger in front of his body—“and forgot.”

“All my what?”

I fight to maintain my pout because I really do feel bad for hurting him, but it’s impossible when I’m in point-blank range of his adorable, amused smile. “All your sexiness. It scrambles the brain.”

“I see. And, if it makes you feel any better, you were right.”

“About what?”

He lowers himself to his bunk and pulls me onto his lap. “I should be sitting.”

Now here’s the thing about wardrobes for Xtreme Quest: It’s all decided by how well it packs and how well it layers with other items. Generally speaking, the rule is, the thinner and more breathable, the better. So when my hips instinctively rock forward, I quickly learn there isn’t much difference betweennow and last night because I can feeleverythingunderneath Court’s athletic shorts.

He captures my moan in his mouth, then twists his fingers in my hair and deepens our kiss while I silently thank whoever invented synthetic fabric.

“I have wanted you all damn day,” he says when we finally break apart.

“Same.” I spread my knees, sinking further down, and revel in the appreciative groan he gives me.

“I can already feel how wet you are.”

“So much for moisture-wicking thongs, right?”

“I don’t think they included this type of testing in the product development stage.”

“At least the material is nice and silky. Makes for great grindability.”

“Is that even a word?”

“You tell me,” I say, swirling my hips over the impossibly hard bulge in his shorts.

“It’s definitely a word.”

We’re both smiling when our lips come together again. I’ve always loved that about sexy time with Court. Just because we’re in the throes of passion doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.

Also . . .

“I’m already close.”

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