Page 71 of Chasing Paradise

“Tomorrow, we have to find water and try to follow it if it is going anywhere in the direction we want to go.”

“Are we completely out of water?”

“We have half a bottle right now. If we get started early tomorrow before it gets too hot, we should be able to find some water before we fully run out. We can…”

Wick trailed off when, out of nowhere, the sky opened up and rain poured down on us.

“Thank fuck,” Wick said, reaching to whip off his shirt, letting the rain wash the sweat and dirt from his body.

I never jumped to my feet so fast in my life.

Gone was anything even resembling self-consciousness as I whipped off my shirt and toed out of my shoes and socks.

The water wasn’t exactly cool, but it was still refreshing as it cascaded down my body.

Before I could think twice about it, I reached back for the clasps of my bra, wanting every sweaty inch of me clean after such an epically shitty day.

“Vi…” Wick’s voice was a harsh rasp.

I was done pretending to care if he looked. To lie to myself and say I didn’twanthim to look.

We could very well die out in this jungle. Who cared if he saw my tits? If he saw everything? Touched everything?

I whipped my sweaty bra off, tossing it down at my feet.

Wick’s airy curse made little shivers move down my spine as I pushed my shorts down my legs. Then, with a casual glance back at Wick, I pushed my panties down as well, leaving me completely bare.

To the rain.

To Wick.

I turned to face him, watching him struggle to keep his gaze on my face. It wasn’t long, though, before he lost that battle.

I watched the shaky way his breath moved through his chest, the way his jaw tightened, how his body reacted.

Reaching up, I raked my hands through my hair, scrubbing at my temple as Wick’s gaze went to my chest.

A low growl moved through him.

Then he was moving, closing the distance between us. His arms went around me, pulling me flush against his bare chest, both of us shivering at the contact of our skin touching.

His lips were on mine in a second. Hard. Hungry. Taking.

And, God, I was all too happy to give. To demand more in turn.

Wick’s hands slid down to my ass, sinking in as our bodies slipped against each other.

Fingers digging in harder, Wick pulled up until I was off my feet.

I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he took us down to the ground, settling on the green forest floor with me straddling him.

I could feel the length of him pressing against me through his shorts.

I was too far gone to refuse myself what I needed in that moment.

I dropped my hips until he was pressing against where I needed him most, then rocked against him, the friction making a moan escape me.

Wick’s hands sank harder into my ass, using it to drag me against him again. And again.

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