I relished the near-darkness. I relishedhim. I relishedthis.
Somewhere behind me, a box tipped over and something metal clattered to the floor. I didn't even look. I was too far gone to think about gear or gravity or anything else that wasn't Griff.
"Where – " His lips moved to my throat. " – is the tent?" Already, his hands were on my shirt, tugging it over my head.
Who said anything about a tent?I was gasping now. "Corner." I managed to point, even as my shirt hit the floor. "But forget the tent. We just need the sleeping bag."
He pulled back, breathing hard. "Maisie..."
I was already envisioning us naked. "Yeah?"
His hands slid up my back, warm and steady. With maddening precision, he unhooked my bra and murmured, "You're dangerous, you know that?"
I had never been called dangerous before, and I kind of liked it. I gasped as the straps loosened. With a breathless smile, I said, "Hey, you're the one undressing me."
"Only a little."
Desperately, I yanked off the bra and flung it over my shoulder. "There," I said. "Now we can skip the tent."
But instead of pinning me to the wall, he stepped back and said with a smile, "We're still setting it up."
I blinked. "Wait… seriously? Now?"Good Lord. That would take ages. The tent was a recent birthday gift from my mom, and I'd never actually used it. Cripes, I'd barely opened the box. And forget the instructions. Even if it took five minutes, that was far too long.
But here in the shadows, Griff was nodding. "I'm not laying you down next to a bucket of tire patches." And with that, he turned away and headed toward the corner.
I called out, "Why not?"
"Because you deserve better."
Already, I was aching with need. Nearly panting, I said, "I don't need a tent. I just needyou."
He turned and gave me a look – a maddening, half-smile, half-challenge that was barely visible in the shadows. Then he said it – a claim so cocky, it had to be a joke. "I can set it up in two minutes."
I grinned. "Liar." The sentiment fit, because yeah, my pants were most definitely on fire. I hesitated. Or was it supposed to behispants?Whatever.I still didn't want to wait. But already, he was dragging out the box containing the tent.
Just then, a crack of thunder rattled the shelves, making me jump as the light disappeared entirely, bathing the room in total darkness.
Yup, there goes the power, alright."See?" I laughed. "You can't set it upnow."
When he spoke, there was a smile in his voice. "Now you're just being unreasonable."
"Why?"
He chuckled. "Because I can't 'see' anything." Somewhere in the darkness, I heard a clatter and a clunk.
"Then what are you doing? I hear clunking."
"Yeah, because I'm setting up the tent."
"In the dark?"
"Sure, unless you've got a flashlight."
Out front, there had to be at leastsomelight coming in through the windows. "I could always open the door – you know, the connecting one."
"Forget it."
"Why?"
