He pushed the flap aside, stepped in and placed the rifle inside the crate. Ivy sat down near the fire and reached for him. He’d like to believe it was him she wanted and not the water. To test her he offered the cup.
She took it and at the same time reached upward with her opposite hand. He locked his fingers around hers and while he sat down she shifted sideways and set the cup near the stone fire-pit enclosure.
“Here,” she said, patting the portion of her frock that was draped between her legs. “Lie down on my lap.”
What did his frisky little woman have on her mind? The same thing that’d driven him crazy most of the morning? He grinned. Without questioning why, he lay down, resting his shoulders over her crossed ankles, and situated his head at the dead center of her thighs. The frock supported his skull but being so close to her female region, he failed to relax.
She was just as beautiful from the upside-down view as she was face-to-face. He studied the perfect angle of her chin and the curve of her throat. Damn, he couldn’t even admire her without his cock reacting. He didn’t need to touch her to become aroused. Hell, he’d been in that state most of the morning. Most my ass. It was all morning. Even after he’d pounded Grunt’s head into the ground he wanted her. More than anything. Jealousy might have played a huge part. Although Grunt hadn’t touched her intimately, he’d touched her nonetheless. It was enough to awaken Bronto’s green-eyed monster and summon his rage simultaneously. The action had put Grunt in double jeopardy and initiated a train of morning-long ass-beatings.
“Close your eyes, Bronto.”
The softness of her voice filled his ears like a song. As he closed his lids he reached upward, slid his hand beneath her hair and rested his fingers on her neck. He couldn’t distinguish the better sensation—her smooth skin beneath his palm or the gentle massage she started on his temples.
How nice it felt lying at her disposal to do with as she pleased. It was the first time he’d been in this position and the inability to see enhanced the awareness of her touch. It wouldn’t take much to spoil him from such attention.
His senses heightened when she paused and reached over him. A moment later she swallowed. When a cool droplet splattered his forehead he flinched and opened his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she set the cup down.
He moved to wipe his forehead but she grabbed his hand midair. “I’ll do it.” She wiggled from beneath him and gently guided his head to the ground.
He suspected she’d wipe it with her hand but she lowered her face and swiped it off with her tongue. That innocent, harmless maneuver shot heat straight to his balls and damn, he botched the urge to contain a groan.
She sat up quickly. “What did I do?”
“You have no idea.”
“Did that feel good?”
He swallowed. “Yes, everything you do feels good, Ivy.”
She smiled a one-sided grin he’d never seen before. “It does?”
Ah, the teasing fire in her eyes lit his internal torch. His blood burst in flames and his cock swelled to a painful degree.
“So,” she said, relaxing onto her haunches and patting her lips with an index finger. “If I do this,” she continued as she slid her hand over his chest, “and this,” she added, pinching his nipple, “it feels good?”
He clamped his teeth to refrain from saying a few derogatory words she’d never heard before that had everything to do with flipping her onto her back and pumping his hips until she lost her mind.
“What about this?” she asked.
His gaze followed her hand to the cup. The farther she stretched, the lower her breasts inched toward his stomach. Once she had the mug in her possession she pressed her nipples into his flesh as she slid backward and reclaimed an upright position. Despite being fully clothed, those suckable hard peaks grasped his attention. Literally. And his mouth suddenly felt deprived.
The woman was looking for trouble and she’d find it if she poured the cup contents anywhere on his body. The manner in which she held it indicated that was exactly what she intended to do. He didn’t know whether to continue watching her chew seductively on her bottom lip or focus on the tilt of the mug hovering over his chest. He’d done some foolish things over time but he wasn’t an idiot and he lowered his gaze to her mouth.
What he expected to be a few drops of liquid became a slow stream. It traveled from his breastbone past the channel between his ribs to his abdomen where it pooled around his navel. Oh yeah, trouble—big-time.
She scrunched her neck into her shoulders and slapped her fingers over her mouth. “Oops. Sorry.”
If she expected to get a rise out of him, she did. Not the verbal one she probably anticipated but a rise nonetheless. If she kept it up his loincloth just might blow apart at the seams.
“I should probably take care of that, huh?” she asked, trying not to giggle, but the corners of her lips lifted.