He jumped, then rolled onto his side to massage his muscle. “You’re pretty mean for someone who just had at least two good orgasms.”
It was three, but I wouldn’t swell his head. I lifted my arms over my head to stretch out my back muscles.
He reached over and ran his hand down my back. “You mark so easy.”
I looked over my shoulder. “Curse of a redhead. Don’t sweat it, Thor. I got exactly what I needed.”
His hand dropped away. “Glad I could be of assistance.” His voice was flat.
Man, he sure was touchy. I leaned back and nipped his chin. “Pretty sure it was a mutual thing.”
“It could be more mutual.” He grinned down at me, then brushed his nose along mine. “That was just round one.”
Another round would put me in traction. I mean, I would give it a go, but I needed a minute.
Or seven.
I looked around for my clothes, but the only things near me were my tights, underwear, and leggings, which were still trapped around my ankles. I was pretty sure most of that was ripped.
Dammit, Thor.
I reached down to roll off the mess then stood up totally naked.
“Jesus.”
I flipped my destroyed braid over my shoulder to look down at him. “You just fucked the holy hell out of me. There’s nothing here you haven’t seen.”
His green eyes were lit with some serious round two ideas. His gaze tracked me from the top of my head to the tips of my black toenails.
I held up a finger. For a second, I almost said screw it to the cold sandwich waiting for me, but then my stomach growled. “Hold that thought. I require sustenance.”
And I sincerely hoped we were as private as it seemed. Knowing my luck, some fourteen-year-old boy on vacation with his family was watching me from some campsite.
Lucky lifted his hips and hiked up his jeans, so I took a moment to enjoy the whole long, muscular line of him. I hadn’t really gotten a chance to see the goods.
Now I could ogle—I mean, appreciate—them at my leisure.
He rolled off the surprisingly firm air mattress to stand beside me, then gripped my ass with one of those bear paws of his.
I stumbled into him, then pushed back. “Food.”
He gave me a hot look, his gaze stalling on my lips. Personally, I couldn’
t believe he chose my mouth as his focus since I was buck naked. “Before someone sees you, let me go get your stuff.” He released me to hop to the ground. “Be right back.”
Since the idea of clambering off the truck naked wasn’t in my top ten list, I didn’t argue. And I needed a second to catch my breath.
Less than a minute later, his arm came through the window holding his dress shirt. “Not exactly a sleep shirt, but it will do.”
I bit my lip. Did I really want to be wrapped up in his scent? Bad enough that I’d done the naked tango with him. But it was fucking cold.
Snatching the shirt, I did up a few buttons before I pulled it over my head.
I wasn’t a small girl. I usually had to do some serious shopping to find things that were long enough.
This shirt was a damn dress on me.
The material was soft and warm, and that odd soap scent of his dented the chilly air now that the sun was just about set. He popped up next to the truck, dumping the soft-sided cooler at my feet and his bag along the top of the flatbed.