Page 111 of The Illicit Play
“We should go,” I mutter, turning for my pack.
“No, it’s so pretty. I want to stay.”
“I thought you wanted to go?” I bite back before I can stop myself.
She pauses for a thick, painful beat, her eyes narrowing into a hot glare. “I only said that because you’re being an ass. Are you gonna keep that up and drag me away from this stunning view before I’m ready?”
“If you wanna go back to Nolan tomorrow, we have to start hiking now or you’ll end up having to suffer my company for two nights, not one. And if we want to get tothe camping spot before dark, then we need to get going now.” I flick my arms wide. “So, what the fuck do you want, Blake?”
“You!” she snaps. “But that’s not an option now, is it?”
Her words stun me silent for a second and I just blink at her, taking in her raging expression and fiery blue gaze.
“You don’t think I want it to be an option?” I huff. “You’re so fucking sexy I can barely contain myself around you!”
“Then why are you fighting it so hard!” She stomps toward me, getting all up in my face. “You’re ruining this for both of us with your stubborn ass and gorgeous face and hot body and?—”
“It’s not my body that’s the problem!” My volume rises to match hers. “You’re the vixen here. You’re the one who’s irresistible. You think it’s easy for me to stand here watching you while fighting every temptation in my head?”
“Then stop fighting!”
“Oh, so you want me to betray your brother, is that it?”
“No! I want you to want me as badly as I want you!”
“I do!” I shout, snatching her face and planting my lips on hers.
It’s a hungry kiss. A desperate one.
I shouldn’t be doing it, but the idea of her thinking I don’t want her is killing me.
She has to know.
My lips cover hers, my tongue diving into her mouth when she opens it and lets me in. Fisting my shirt, she yanks us together, her arm wrapping around my neck as our urgent kiss turns into a frantic mess.
Lifting her off the ground, my body takes over as I finally surrender to this battle and stop thinking.
My brain switches off with a definitive click, and I let my body do all the work. My hands squeeze her ass as I dip my head, changing the angle of the kiss and relishing the way her tongue slides against mine, an erotic, deep connection before she goes back to quick, desperate licks.
Her whimpers fill my chest, my heart thundering as she grinds her sweet center along my already rigid cock. I walk us to the closest tree, leaning her back against it so I can explore her luscious legs, trailing my hand down one of them before heading back to squeeze her perfect ass again. My hungry lips devour her jaw, sucking a path down to her neck. She tips her head back, giving me better access while she squeezes my shoulders and moans.
Her skin tastes like salty sweat and that citrusy stuff she puts on it. It’s an erotic blend of delicious, and I can’t stop. I won’t stop.
“Take me. Take me right fucking here. Please.” She’s begging, her sweet voice knocking out my senses, her frantic fingers tugging at my shirt, making me act on impulse.
I place her on her feet, helping her yank off my clothing.
My shirt drops to the sunbaked rock, followed quickly by hers. The cute cotton bra she’s wearing is blue with white daisies all over it and… it’s gone.
Thrown on the ground beside our shirts. I reach for those sweet tits while she makes quick work of my pants. Peppering her face, her neck, her shoulders with kisses, Idon’t protest as she pulls out my cock and starts pumping it with her eager hand.
Fuck, that feels so good.
I groan against her throat, my hands gliding over her hips and into the top of her yoga pants. Pulling them down in one swift move, I yank them to her thighs, wishing I could remove them altogether. But it’ll take too long to lose the hiking boots, and she’s pleading again, doing my soul in with her soft whimpers.
“Please, Grady,” she moans. “Please.”
She spins around, resting her hands on the trunk of the tree and poking out her ass for me.
