Page 87 of Mr. Edwards
After taking the last bite, she brings her hand toward her face to lick the gooeyness from her fingers, but I intercept it, sucking the tips of her digits into my mouth.
“Smores taste so much better mixed with you,” I tell her.
There’s heat in her eyes as she watches me. “Is that so?”
Leaning in, she runs her tongue along my bottom lip and I drop the stick I’m holding, snagging her around the waist and bringing her body closer so I can kiss the everloving shit out of her. I have a one-track mind whenever she’s in my presence.
My chub is digging into her hip, as my tongue fucks her sweet mouth. My dick is jealous, he wants a turn.
When we finally come up for air, I rest my forehead against hers. “You want another one?” I’m already reaching for the box of crackers beside my chair because I know the answer will be a resounding yes.
My dick will have to take a back seat because I can’t deny this woman anything. She’s waited her entire life to taste a smore, so she deserves them all.
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Her answer makes me bark out a laugh. I’m never sure what’s going to spew from that mouth of hers, and that’s half the fun.
This woman has me by the balls, but surprisingly I’m okay with that.
“Oh shit, what was that?” Carlee whispers into the dark.
“What was what?”
“That noise? It sounded like it came from outside the tent.”
“It’s probably just a wild animal, scouring the campsite for scraps of food. Don’t worry, I put all our supplies in the back of the Range Rover before coming to bed.”
“When you say wild animal… do you mean like a bear?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
“Oh, crap. Do you have a padlock we can put on the zipper of the tent?”
“A padlock?” I ask, chuckling. “You do realize a bear has claws as sharp as razor blades. A padlock won’t keep him out if he wants in here, he’ll just tear straight through the fabric.”
“Oh my God, stop,” Carlee shrieks, whacking me in the gut.
“Jesus, what was that for?”
“You’re freaking me out.” She shuffles even closer and is now practically on top of me.
As amusing as this is, it breaks my heart to see her like this. I’m confident she has the skills to kill a man with her bare hands, but despite that, the traumatized little girl from her past is still in there lurking just beneath the surface.
“Babe,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. If there’s one thing she hates, it’s pity. “You’re safe, I promise.”
“How can you say that? Wild animals are unpredictable, that’s why they’re, you know, wild…”
Her small, delicate hand tightens its grip on my waist when we hear another rustling closer to the tent. “I may not have your skills, but I can handle my own. Besides I have an extra advantage.”
“And what’s that?”
“If the woman I love more than life itself, is threatened in any way, then that person, or in this case animal, wouldn’t stand a chance. I promised you that I’d protect you… that nothing would ever hurt you again, and I meant it.”
“Grayson,” she whispers.
“Yeah, babe?”
“I love you.”
My hand skims down her back, over her ass, and hooks around her leg as I drag it over my waist. We’reboth lying naked on top of the sleeping bag after round one.
