Free Love In Alaska (The Love In 50 States Series Book 2) by Shelby Gates

aside and scooted into my bag with him.
    “Hug me,” I said, putting my arms around him. “Put your arms around me.”
    “I'm still wet,” he stammered.
    “Just your hair,” I said. “The rest of you is dry. You need body heat. Hug me.”
    He untangled his arms and I moved into him, pulling him tightly to me. His chest was cold and clammy. I threw my leg over his and pulled him in as close to me as I could get him. His arms went around me, loosely, like he was cradling something delicate.
    “Hug me,” I said. “I won't break. I promise.”
    He grunted and his arms wrapped tighter around me.
    We lay like that for awhile, until the shaking and chattering stopped. I could feel his heart beating, could tell when it slowed to a more normal rate. I moved my hand lightly against his back. His skin felt warm. Heated.
    “Jesus,” he whispered, sighing deeply. “That sucked. Thank you.”
    “Thank you for getting the food,” I said, still listening to his heart. “You shouldn't have gone.”
    “I didn't want you to starve.”
    “I can go a day without food.”
    “I know,” he said. “But I didn't want you to.”
    “Thank you,” I said. “Even though it was a stupid thing to do.”
    “Just like not using the Pop-Up Pooper would have been a stupid thing to do.”
    I couldn't help it. I laughed. “The what?”
    He motioned to the portable toilet. “Great name, right? It's nice to have when the weather and your bladder don't cooperate.”
    “It's a terrible name,” I told him. I shifted my hands, finding a new spot on his back. “But I think I'm glad you have one.”
    “Trust me,” he said. “You wouldn't have wanted to go out in that.”
    “I know. Thank you.”
    “You're welcome.” His arms tightened a fraction around me. “Your hands feel amazing.”
    I froze. “They do?”
    “On my back? Yes. I haven't had my back rubbed in forever.”
    “I'm not rubbing your back. I'm trying to warm you up.”
    “It's working.”
    We lay there in silence, listening to the rain. His hands splayed against my back and, after a moment of hesitation, he began to rub me through my shirt, kneading at the tense muscles. I sighed against him, the tension ebbing out from under his fingertips. I used my own hands, gripping his shoulders, my fingers digging gently into his skin. I fitted myself tighter against him, moving my hips into his and I smiled when I felt his erection pressed up against my thigh, the thin fabric of his boxers the flimsiest of barriers.
    I looked up at him and, before I could say anything, his mouth came down and closed over mine. His lips were hot and firm, more insistent than the previous night. I didn't resist, just reveled in the feel of his lips and his skin. I made a sound, a small whimper, and he pulled me closer, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head.
    I tore my mouth away from his. “Evan?” I whispered.
    “Mmmm?”
    “We made it through the night,” I whispered. “I'm not gonna second guess.”

TEN
     
     
    We wiggled out of our clothes in the sleeping bag, tossing them out. I sucked in my breath as bare flesh hit bare flesh. His thighs were solid and taut, like a tightly wound coil, his abdomen a line of lean muscle. I trailed a path from his stomach to his thigh, briefly dancing my fingers through the thatch of wiry hair surrounding his arousal. He moaned and lifted his hips, trying to find my hand, but I stayed just out of reach.
    I'd been nervous with Adam in Alabama, unsure of what I was doing, unsure of what was going to happen. I'd let Adam lead the way because I'd forgotten what it was like to have sex. But things were different with Evan. I didn't know why, but I felt confident. The only nervousness I had stemmed from excitement. I didn't want to be a bystander in this encounter...I wanted to be a full participant.
    I rolled him onto his back and moved on top of him. I wasn't in a hurry. I wasn't trying to devour him. I kissed his neck while his hands roamed over my