Page 95 of The Illicit Play
“Uh-huh.” I nod, wishing he wasn’t so observant. He’s going to let me go in a second, and this will all be over.
But I don’t want that.
I love Grady against me. He feels right. Good.
Not just in that safety, comfort way, but… now that my body’s warming up, I’m starting to notice how good he feels in that sexy way.
The way that makes me want to thank him without words. I’ll still be using my lips, but I won’t be saying anything.
“I’ll get a fire started, and we’ll get you into some warm clothes. That’ll help.” Releasing me, he rolls onto his back, and I go with him, still not willing to let go. “Come on, Blake. I don’t want you getting cold again, and I need to get this fire started.”
I’ll start a fire for you. I’ll share some of this inferno raging in my body right now.
I wish I could say that to him, let him know just how much he affects me in all the right ways.
Tugging the sleeping back open, he exposes us to the cool air of the tent, and I know what I’m supposed to do. I’m supposed to slip off him and get my naked ass dressed. He’ll no doubt be a perfect gentleman and avert his gaze while he leaves the tent in his boxer shorts and…
That’s when I become fully aware of it.
I can’t believe I didn’t notice it before, but…
Shifting my hip, I confirm what I’m feeling and can’t help my lips from twitching.
“Blake,” he rasps, his voice strained as I gently grind myself against his erection.
And what an erection it is.
Holy shit, the boy is… well, he’s got himself a magnum.
Unable to stop myself, I grind against it again, wanting to shift so that broad, hard length can tease the soft yearning between my legs. I’m so fucking hot for him right now, there’s no way I can stop this.
He rolls onto his back, closing his eyes and gritting his jaw, and selfish bitch that I am, I roll right with him, lying over his body and nestling that impressive cock right between my legs. It’s impossible not to moan as a spike of pleasure drives right through me.
“Please,” he croaks. “You gotta move.” It’s taking so much effort for him to say those words to me, and I should seriously take pity on the guy and get off him.
So, I plant my hands on either side of his face. Straightening my arms, I stare down at him for a moment, my hair creating a curtain around us.
His brown eyes open, staring up at me. They’re dark with intensity as he obviously fights this battle… that I cannot let him win.
Because he’s being an idiot to deny this pull between us.
He won’t let me kiss his lips. I know if I try, he’ll pull away and tell me we can’t, so I spin my body around before he can stop me and brush my lips along his torso, then lick a line from his belly button to the edge of his tented box briefs.
“Blake…” He breathes my name when I skim my finger into his waistband.
But he doesn’t say no. He doesn’t jolt away or beg me to stop.
So I pull the fabric down, exposing his length. Myeyes drink in this exquisite sight. It’s so long, the soft umber skin taut, sticking up from a pocket of tight black curls. His powerful thighs flinch as I skim my fingers around the base.
“Blake…” Now he’s rasping my name, and it’s impossible to stop my lips from twitching.
He wants me.
It’s so freaking obvious, and he needs to stop fighting this and just enjoy the ride.
Wrapping my fingers around his length, I give it a couple of delicate strokes, reveling in his croaky groans before suctioning my lips around his glistening head.
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