27. Grady
GRADY
Sweet Jesus, those tits are perfect.
There they are again, in all their beautiful glory. The curve of her milky white skin leading to those pink nipples… holy fuck, it’s killing me. Those sweet nips are fully erect in this cold water, and I should seriously be looking away right now, but I’m fucking mesmerized.
I never should have agreed to take her camping.
I knew it was a mistake, but I ignored all the warnings, and now I’m right back where I was that night in the bathroom, unable to look away from her luscious body. That blue bikini should be illegal. I knew it the second she stepped out of the tent, but I still brought her up here.
I still coaxed her into jumping off that rock face, my idiot brain forgetting all logic.
I should have given her my rash guard. I should have?—
Uh-oh .
Blake’s looking at me, her gaze bright with mischief.
Trouble.
“Don’t.” I shake my head, warning her away from me, but she just laughs, untying her bikini top and bunching it in her fist. “Woman, you’re gonna kill me.”
This only makes her laugh again, the melodic sound floating right around my head.
She swims closer, her arms cutting through the water, and I quickly retreat, thrusting a wave of water at her.
It’s such a dick move, brought on by a burst of panic.
It hits her square in the face, and she starts coughing and spluttering, wiping her eyes before flashing me a look that is so hella sexy, I am officially a dead man.
Wily is gonna skin me alive, then cook me over an open flame.
The smile on Blake’s face when she recovers from my attack is all things dangerous, and I can’t help a laugh when she shoves a wave of water right back at me.
I turn my head to dodge it, my ear filling with the cold liquid before I counterattack.
Her screams and laughter egg me on, and we battle it out, my legs kicking to keep me afloat as we drift farther out into the lake.
I don’t even notice how far away the shore is until I catch a proper glimpse of Blake’s face and…
Oh shit, her lips are blue.
Her jaw is trembling, her teeth clacking together as I stop splashing her and take in the fact that she’s struggling to keep her limbs moving.
Fuck, she’s freezing.
“We need to get you to shore.” I cut through the water, reaching her quickly .
She nods, clamping her shaking jaws together. I can practically hear her teeth rattling.
“Here. Hold on to me.” Grabbing her arm, I forget the fact that she’s topless and pull her body against my back. She quakes against me, her body racked with cold shudders as it tries to counter the drop in temperature.
Shit, I should have been paying better attention.
I breaststroke to shore as fast as I can, my legs burning as I rush to get her warm and dry.
Why didn’t I keep a better eye on her?
Uh… because she’s half-naked, and you were trying not to look!
Plus, I was too caught up in the fun to notice how cold she was getting.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
As soon as I reach the shallow water, I plant my feet and turn to wrap my arm around her waist. Her skin is covered in goose bumps, and she’s shaking so badly, she can barely walk.
Supporting her against me, I guide us to her quick-dry towel and wrap it around her shoulders.
It’s pretty small and doesn’t even reach around her body.
Shit.
“You need to towel yourself dry.” I rub her arms and back, working the towel over her body.
“O-o-okay.” Her teeth are chattering so much, she almost doesn’t get the word out. With quivering hands, she tries to pat herself dry, but she’s never gonna warm up in time.
I need to get the fire going. I need to get her warm.
My brain starts running through all the first-aid courses I’ve sat through, and I whip off my rash guard, quickly toweling my chest before pulling her against me .
Skin on skin is the best way to warm her up. I start rubbing her back, holding her shaking body and trying to get that circulation going.
A sleeping bag. Get her into a sleeping bag.
Great idea. I can wrap her in that and hold her close until she starts to defrost. Then I’ll get the fire going.
“Come on,” I whisper against her wet hair, guiding her back toward the tent.
She stands beside me, shuddering and trembling as I unzip the tent and quickly open the sleeping bag she’s already laid out. Unstrapping her saturated sandals, I support her weight as she steps out of them, then throw all caution to the wind.
“Can I take the rest of your bikini off?”
“Y-y-ye—” She gives up on the word and bobs her unsteady head.
Reaching for her bottoms, I turn my head away, forcing myself not to look as I pull the strings of her skimpy bikini. It lands on the ground with a wet thud.
And now she’s naked. Fully naked, and I’m guiding her sexy, trembling body into the tent.
Her silky white butt cheek brushes against my arm as she crawls toward the sleeping bag.
“That’s it. Lie down.”
She curls into a ball, wrapping her arms around her legs, and I secure the bag around her, rubbing the outside of it as she continues to shudder and shake.
Shit. I really need to get in there with her.
Body warmth. It’s the best thing I can offer.
Just do it, man! She needs you!
With a reluctant sigh, I step back out of the tent, quickly whipping off my wet swimsuit and rushing over to my pile of clothes in the hammock.
Yanking out my dry boxer briefs, I tug them on, then clamber back over the bristling pine needles and brush off the soles of my feet before crawling back into the tiny tent.
It’s a two-person tent, but it’s way more comfortable with only one. We take up the space pretty easily, and it’s an awkward struggle to slip into the sleeping bag beside her. But I’m eventually in there, wrapping the padded material around us and pulling her against my bare chest.
Shit, she’s cold.
Goose bumps ripple over my skin, but I hold her tight, squeezing her against me and willing my heat to transfer into her.
We’re now two sardines, and I can already feel the warmth starting to permeate the cramped space.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, flattening her body against mine so that even our thighs are pressed together. “You’ll get warm soon.”
Pushing the sleeping bag against her back, I rub it vigorously, hoping the added friction will speed up this process.
She rests her freezing cheek against my shoulder, and slowly her jaw starts to relax. Her teeth stop chattering first, and then her torso starts to still.
The trembling that was jerking her stomach when I first slipped in beside her eases to the odd twitch, and I slow my frantic moves and just hold her still.
Thank fuck for that.
She’s starting to thaw out, her frozen body heating against mine. Her pert tits squish into my chest. Her silky thigh brushes against mine when she moves her leg and snuggles a little closer into me.
My heart rate spikes, my skin prickling with desire as the crisis is averted and I become hyperaware of all the things I’ve been desperately trying to avoid.