He pushed with his arms, levering his torso up off the ground. Georgie's breath caught. She'd never seen an adult man's naked chest before. It was ridged and sculpted and sprinkled with short black hair. She fisted her hands at her sides to resist the urge to touch. When he pushed up farther and she got a glimpse of him below the waist, she averted her gaze. Oh, my. His manhood hung heavily from a nest of dark curls between his legs. Georgie felt wetness gather between her own. What would that feel like in her hands? Or even in her...
"Is that water?" His voice was still breathy as if fatigued. "May I have a drink please?"
"Help yourself." She kept her face turned away, but was excruciatingly conscious of the sound of him picking up the waterskin and drinking from it.
"Thank you." His v
