Not needing to be told twice, I pretend my boobs aren’t jiggling all over the damn place as I crawl past him into the glorious cocoon.
After a few adjustments, I end up on my side, facing him, with the sealed sides at my back and feet. My muscles immediately start to relax, feeling a hundred times warmer already.
“Thanks for…” my words trail off when Beckett shifts back into a crouch and starts to undo his jeans.
Sweet slutty camp dreams, is this really happening?!
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice up an octave.
“I can’t sleep in jeans, Babe.”
Babe?
I shake that off.
“But… I mean… you can’t…”
He shoves the jeans down his thighs and every synapse in my brain misfires.
Thick, muscular, hairy Man Thighs. Good god. They’re perfect.
Ignoring my heart attack, he pushes his jeans off the rest of the way, and… holy hell… His… ohmygod I can’t believe I’m seeing this! His dick is pressing against the front of his dark red boxer briefs, creating the perfect outline.
He’s not hard. Not entirely. But it’s there. It’s right fucking there. And it’s… big. It’s big and thick and is begging for attention.
The sound of his throat clearing sends my cheeks blazing.
Rolling, I faceplant into my pillow.
Beckett just caught me staring at his… junk.
The cushioned pad shifts beneath me as he climbs into the little bed.
Our bed.
Is this really happening?
Waiting until I know he’s covered by the blankets; I roll back onto my side and open an eye to peek at him, “So, you’re sleeping here?”
Beckett settles onto his back, turning his head to look at me, “Well it’s here or on the bare floor of my tent.” His eyes never leave mine, “That okay with you, Lou?”
My chest expands at his use of my childhood nickname. Only family and close friends still call me that.
“I’m okay with it.”
He keeps staring, “Nothing’s gonna happen.”
His statement sounds like nothing but the truth, and it should be reassuring, but it stings. Just a little.
I try to agree, “Oh, I know you’d never…”
“You think I’ve never?” He quirks a brow.
I have to swallow and look away, forcing myself to not think about all the things he’s done before.
“I just… I mean, not with me.”
“No. I’ve never with you,” his voice is low. Deep.