Page 57 of Chasing Paradise

Her breathing went fast and shallow, her hips rocking a bit as she pressed her thighs together to ease the need growing between them.

My hands slid from her ass back to her hips, sinking in, and turning her so her back was against me.

As soon as she melted against me, my hands slid up her belly and over the swells of her breasts.

At her throaty little whimper, my hands went up, grabbing the front of her tank top and yanking it down to expose her.

My hands immediately moved to close over her warm skin. Against my palms, her nipples hardened, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking them between my thumbs and forefingers and rolling them.

A soft moan escaped her as her ass wiggled back against my cock, impatient in her need.

And, well, it wouldn’t be right for me to leave her desire unfulfilled after nearly getting her killed, would it?

One hand stayed at her chest, teasing, touching, rolling, pinching.

The other slipped down her belly to press between her thighs.

I knew what we both wanted. No barriers. My fingers thrusting inside of her again.

But I didn’t trust myself not to let things go too far.

So I just worked her through her shorts. Still, I was pleased at just how reactive she was with the barriers.

It didn’t take long before she was writhing and moaning softly as I drove her up.

She was so damn sensitive, so quick. Before I could even really start to enjoy her responses, she was tensing and crying out as she came.

I kept an arm around her afterward as she tried to slow her breathing.

It was then that there was a distinct crunch somewhere nearby.

“What the hell was that?” Violet yelped, jumping away, then pushing herself behind me. “Take him,” she told the mystery intruder.

“Ever self-sacrificing,” I drawled. “Come on. Let’s get back to the hammock,” I said.

I reached down, feeling around for my things, then leading Violet—while still bare-ass naked—back to our little sleeping nook.

Using touch, I shoved everything haphazardly back in my backpack before slipping my underwear on. It was too dark and warm to put anything else on.

“Oh, it has a net. Thank God,” Violet said, feeling around the hammock. “So, how are we doing this? Face-to-face? Back-to-back?”

“Given how warm it is, I think it’s best we each lay in opposite directions.”

“With your feet in my face all night?” she asked.

“You can lay on them if you’d prefer.” I unzipped the hammock. “I’ll go in first. I’m heavier.”

With that, I hoisted myself in, got situated, then braced myself for the movement as Violet moved in as well.

We zipped ourselves in.

Then we both moved flat.

“It’s hot,” she grumbled.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “We’ll cool off if we sit still for a while.”

Violet was silent for a moment. “Wick?”

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