“Corey,” she said in a voice rough with need. “I’ve wanted you since we met, but you’ve been … reserved.”
“Sorry, I … have some issues, I guess,” he said.
She splayed her fingers wide on his thighs and moved closer. He smelled nice, even after their sweaty day and haphazard bathing ritual. She was still dirty from the trek, too, she realized. But the aroma of the jungle on him just aroused her further. She didn’t like his passivity, though. He just sat there, watching, while she moved in. She pressed her lips against his throat and flicked out her tongue across the lightly stubbled skin, drawing away the salty taste of his sweat.
“He wants me to kiss you,” she confessed.
“Ah, right. So I get tortured to fulfill the fantasy of an invisible man, is that it?” He let out a defeated laugh.
