“You can apologize out there.”
“Not properly, I can’t.” I need to be in front of you, Adelaide, on my knees so I can show you exactly how sorry I am.
“Fine,” she huffs. “Come in then. You have five minutes.”
I open the flap and take one step in before falling on my knees.
“What are you doing?” she asks suspiciously.
“Showing you how beautiful I think you are. How much I want you. How I spend every night dreaming of you. How no day is complete until I’ve caught just one glimpse of you.”
I place my rough palms on the back of her legs and slide them down to the tops of her socks. With slow deliberate moves, I unlace her boots, giving her every chance to kick me out. She stands there, mute now. I look up and her face is filled with a cautious hope.
I pull one boot off and then the other. I set them in the corner of the tent. Her socks are next. Her cute toes curl into the tent floor, and I hear a deep inhale above me. Still she waits.
I lean down and kiss the tops of her feet and then the indent behind each ankle bone. A swift gasp escapes her. She’s sensitive here. My tongue darts out to lick the hollows. The next moment I feel her slender hands land on my shoulders. I brace for rejection, but when she doesn’t push me away, I reapply myself, kissing my way to her calves.
With each new patch of skin I encounter, her grip on my shoulders becomes stronger and more secure. She isn’t going to turn me away. As I reach the softest part of her legs, the delicate portion that lies just inches away from that honeyed juncture, I take a deep breath and let her arousal fill my lungs.
My trembling hands meet at her waist, and I take a chance to look up. Her blue eyes glow with anticipation. I lick my lips as if I can already taste her.
“You smell amazing,” I tell her.
“Like bug spray and sweat?” she jokes.
I lean forward and place my nose right between her legs. “Like goddamn heaven.”
She flushes adorably. The scent of her arousal is making me drunk with lust. I fumble with the button on her shorts, but manage to push the damn thing out of the buttonhole. She sucks in a breath when I slide down the zipper.
“Goddamn,” I choke out as the delicate lace of her light blue panties is revealed. “Goddamn.”
I let her shorts drop to the ground and reverently shape my hands around those luscious hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. If I was controlling a satellite, its camera would definitely be pointed at your ass.”
She gurgles with laughter. “Is that right?” she replies flirtatiously.
I grin up at her. The anger and frustration that was there earlier has been replaced by desire and some kind of giddy pleasure. I aim to put an expression of pure ecstasy there by the time I’m done.
“Definitely.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “This here is a work of art. Don’t ever talk bad about this body of yours. It’s fucking amazing.”
“I’m glad you think so. I don’t believe anyone’s ever said those words in reference to my ass before.”
“Then everyone is a bunch of stupid motherfuckers,” I mumble. “Baby, how much do you like these panties?”
“They’re my favorite pair, why?”
“Where’d you get them?”
“Online. I ordered them off—” She breaks off with a yelp as I slice the sides of the panties in half. My claws retract almost instantaneously.
“I’ll buy you a dozen new pairs,” I promise, and then jerk her forward. I push the palms of my hands against her ass cheeks to hold her steady as I lap my tongue to drink up the juices that coat her swollen * lips. Her body is ripe and ready.
The moment I make contact, my taste buds explode. I need more, more, more.
“Oh God,” she cries. Her knees buckle a second before she tells me, “I need to be horizontal for this.”
She tumbles backward onto the air mattress. Her thighs fall open, and despite the dark of the tent, my ursine night vision allows me to see her soft flesh glistening. I drag her toward me until her ass is just at the edge of the mattress.
“I have to have you now.” I kneel between her legs and spread her open. I force myself to take it slow and not devour her in one gulp. I need to make it good for her.
I blow on her heated skin and she shudders. Her fingers dig into the mattress, and her hips arch toward my mouth. I cover her clit with my lips, swirling my tongue around that stiff bud.
I slide one finger inside her tight, hot channel and smile when I hear her gasp and then clench her muscles around me. One finger is followed by a second and then, with a little push, a third finger fits in. She grinds against my mouth, her hips pump furiously against me. I draw out the sensations, curling my fingers against her tender, sensitive, inner flesh.