Page 136 of Camp Bliss
Fuck that noise.
“I’ll stop when you tell me I have to. I want you to feel better.” But that’s only half the truth. “I want you to feel good.”
She doesn’t tell me to stop.
My pulse soars.
She didn’t tell me to stop.
I sweep my hand just a little lower until my pinky brushes the edge of her panties.
Did I imagine it? Or did her breath just hitch?
Would she let me?
Would it fuck anything up if I tried?
I shake off that thought. Fortune favors the brave and all that.
I let the tip of my index finger slide under the elastic of her panties.
She sucks in a breath. “Zach—”
“Greta,” I practically growl. “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Even if I don’t want to.”
I hear her swallow. She might even gulp.
But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
I give her a minute and give myself one to just take in the silk of her skin right there. I shut my eyes and trace my fingertips side to side, maybe an inch above her pussy.
She flushes hot against me.
I creep lower.
“But I’m on my period.”
“So?”
Her mouth opens, a wet sound. She might be about to argue, but I know I haven’t heard the wordstop.
I don’t stop.
I glide lower. Breath tears from both of us when my fingertips touch hair. A tiny patch of hair hiding her labia.
Sexy as fuck.
I bury my nose into her tangle of curls, imagining her taste. My cock aches.
“Can I kiss you here?” I beg, tickling the private patch of hair.
“What?! No!”Greta clamps her legs shut, locking out my fingers before I can part her.
Rousseau, you fuck-up.
“Sorry. Got carried away.”
She keeps her legs locked tight.
