Page 38 of Entwined Hearts

Why did I let myself get into this mess?

Then I think about how good Colby made me feel, and how connected I felt to him last night. Nobody has ever pleasured me like that. Cared for me like that.

Please let this be real, I think. I don’t know what I’ll do if it isn’t.

“Hey,” Colby says, stroking my shoulder.

I sigh, rolling closer. Laying my head on his chest, I savor the way his skin warms my cheek.

Colby caresses down my arm. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, which I realize is true. No nightmares. “You?”

“You snored,” he says.

“I did not!” I say, rising.

His eyes dance playfully. “You are so cute when you’re mad.”

I can’t help but smile. He pulls me close for a long, tantalizing kiss that makes all kinds of promises.

Our lips lock. He holds mine just long enough to get my blood racing, then our tongues are flicking gently. Playfully. My skin erupts in goose flesh, and a shiver rattles down my thighs. He strokes my bare hip, his touch barely there, but so close to where I’m heating up. He moves me closer, and I feel his erection pinned between us.

I remember how good it felt to taste him, to feel him glide inside me, and a sudden craving to start all over again threatens to consume me.

Colby breaks from my lips, giving me a sheepish grin. “Forgive me, Anya,” he says. “I haven’t had this much wood since high school.”

“I’m sorry I have this effect on you,” I say.

“The only thing I’m sorry about is that we’re not parked somewhere more private,” he says, shifting his hips a little. His cock brushes against my abdomen, and it’s all I can do not to groan. “Because I could spend all day right here.”

“All day?” I ask, my eyes wide.

Lifting an eyebrow, he gives me a lecherous once-over, practically feasting on me.

“Yes, all day.” He trails his fingertips from my shoulder to my tingling breast, his touch so barely-there that all I can think of ismore.

“What about climbing?”

“Those boulders aren’t going anywhere,” he says, kissing me. The energy from his lips tingles through my skin. His soft tongue twirls and teases, and I remember how well he used it on me last night. A low ache starts between my thighs, and I forget all about my ambitions for the day.

The sound of a zipper opening from a tent somewhere our camp rings through the morning air.

Colby slowly leans back, his eyes opening slowly. “There’s our cue,” he says, giving my hip one last slow caress.

“So,” I say. “If I don’t get out of here soon, everyone’s going to know.”

“Know what?” He props himself up on an elbow.

“That…we were together.”

“And?” he says, lifting an eyebrow.

“Well, won’t it be…I don’t know…weird?”

His eyes scrunch together in a frown, and it’s so innocent. I can imagine him as a kid trying to comprehend long division or why the earth has tides or why bees sting.

“They’re our friends,” he says finally, his eyes softening. “Why would it be weird?”

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