But I’m not going to stop until she’s mine.
I pushed Lexi away years ago.
I’ve regretted it every moment since, but a man can’t live in the past forever.
I decided to go camping to clear my head and plan my future—a future without Lexi.
Imagine my surprise when she’s already there.
Lexi knows nothing about camping, that much is clear.
That’s okay, I’ll use it to my advantage.
I have a second chance and I’m not going to waste it.
First, I’ll share my sleeping bag with her and eventually I’ll teach her exactly how to…
Pitch My Tent.
“You should be careful who you flash your tits to, buttercup,” I growl, turning around just as she’s pulling my jogging pants over her ass. I glance at her once more, seeing her bent over, my gaze now glued to the way the material slides over her tanned, firm hips. Hips that I’ve dreamed of holding onto, bruising with my fingers as I sink inside her tight little body.
I may not survive tonight. My dick is so hard that my jeans are suffocating the damn thing.
“It’s you, Beau. We’re both adults like you said,” she says with just enough sass that I want to smack her hard on the ass and leave my handprint. My dick is dripping; I can feel the pre-cum on the head—that’s how fucking close I am to coming. Lexi has no idea what she’s playing with.
I move up to her, and I can’t stop smiling. My clothes dwarf her. There should be nothing sexy about the way my shirt hangs off of her or how she’s holding the material at her waist to keep my sweats on her sweet ass. But I don’t think I’ve seen a woman look better. I reach over and grab a towel I had lying on my cot, and hand it over to her. Then I move my hands down to hold over the one she has clenched, holding her pants on.
“Are you having fun teasing me, Lexi?” I ask, not bothering to hold in the growl that leaves me. I know it’s not my imagination when I hear the way her breath rushes from her lips. I grab the waistband of the sweats, her skin warm against my fingers. I begin folding them down, and cinching them to make them tighter against her stomach.
“I think I am,” she whispers, and her gaze is clouded with desire. I’d have to be a fool not to see it.
“I’m not a boy like you’re used to dealing with, Lexi. I’m a man. You shouldn’t tease a man—we might bite back,” I warn her and I turn her around gently so her back is to me now.
“I doubt you could dish out anything I couldn’t handle, Beau,” she says and she’s putting on a good front, but her voice is threaded with need and as I move my hand down her back, she shivers—and I’m pretty fucking sure it has nothing to do with the cold.
I move even closer to her, and I let my hands brush against the plush cheeks of her ass before they rest on each of her hips. I’m the one testing her now, seeing how far she’ll let me go. My body is against hers now, and when she tries to move away from me, I assert pressure on her, not letting her.
“No,” I say in a low rumble that seems to vibrate through me.
“What are you doing, Beau?” she asks, her voice tender.
“I’m just drying your hair, Lexi. That’s okay, isn’t it?” I whisper against her ear. I have no fucking doubt in my mind she knows I’m not really trying to dry her damn hair.
A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.
She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.
She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.
Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.