"Yes, you can." Max shifted his hands, a whisper of skin against skin. "I'm not holding you down. You're in control. You can move, you can push me awa-"
"No, don't," she interrupted with an abrupt shake of her head. "Don't move away."
Max smiled. "I won't."
He wasn't going anywhere. Dammit, what he would have given to push her legs open and feel what delights she had between them. He wondered if she was wet, if she was bare, or as nature intended. He'd turn her around, sit her on his cock, and fuck her hard enough to make her forget everything and everyone she was afraid of, or better yet, he'd bend her over the very log they were sitting on and make her scream his name.
But he knew it wasn't the time for anything but baby steps.
Gentle, slow baby steps.
Fucking would come later.
He closed his eyes and breathed, calming his body down. It was no easy feat. After a moment's silence, Grace lifted the camera and started clicking, taking picture after picture of his hands on her.
"Can you . . . put your hands closer-here, to the inside of my thighs?" Her voice was shy, warm, and incredibly sensual.
Max did as she asked, biting his lip as a secondary urge to cop a feel crashed over him. "Your skin's so soft," he whispered instead, nuzzling her neck, emboldened and relieved as shit that she wasn't freaking out.
Her head dropped back onto his shoulder after she'd taken more pictures.
"It smells good, too," Max continued, taking a huge whiff. "Fuck, what is that?"
She laughed, the motion of it causing her body to rub Max's in nightmarishly fantastic ways. "It's cocoa butter," she murmured.
"It's fucking awesome." She laughed again. Max bit back a groan. "You smell good enough to eat."
The exhale that left Grace's mouth was hungry and wanton and caused Max's fingers to grip her a little harder.
"You're so hot, Gracie," he told her. "So fucking hot." His tongue was out of his mouth and licking a path up her neck before he could comprehend the desire to do it.
"Oh, God," she gasped, leaning her head to the side to give him more access.
Keeping his mouth at her jawline, Max risked moving his hands again, farther between her thighs. His fingers spread so that his thumbs disappeared under her skirt. "I can't wait to feel you," he said against her earlobe. "Here." His hands moved again, teasing, mere inches from where he was desperate to touch. "I'll make it so good, Grace. You have no fucking idea."
Her fingers pushed into the gaps in between his. "I know you will."
Just as Max started to ponder what she'd do if he touched her tits, Grace began to fidget. Max held back a grumble when she gradually moved his palms away. He couldn't complain. She'd allowed him to do so much more than he imagined, and considering the things he knew about what she'd been through, he had to concede that they'd made massive progress. She sat forward and turned to him, her feet resting back on the ground.
Her gaze flitted to his crotch and the tent he was pitching in his cargo shorts. She hid her knowing but embarrassed smile with the back of her hand.
Max chuckled. "I'm not going to apologize about you making me hard," he stated as he stood and stretched with a groan, needing to go for a run to burn off his horniness.
"I wouldn't want you to. I like it."
Max cocked an eyebrow. Her flirty tone was not conducive to getting rid of a righteous boner. "Yeah?"
She shrugged. "Of course. It makes me feel good that you find me attractive."
Max snorted. "Duh."
Grace didn't laugh as Max expected. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself, making her body smaller. Her eyes cast down.
Max frowned. Panic teased his neck. "I didn't mean to freak you out. You should have told me if I did too much. Did I do too much?"
"No!" she all but shouted. "No. Max, it was . . . I-I liked it. Very much. You did nothing wrong."
He approached slowly, sitting at her side. "Then what is it?" She bit her lip and sighed. Max moved her hair from her shoulder down her back. "Grace, tell me."
"I want to give back," she whispered, glancing at his lap. "I want to touch you, too."
"You can," he insisted. Was she crazy? "Look, like I said, I'm a guy, so you want to touch me? Touch me. Shit, girl, you wanna hump me in public? You hump me in public. You want to put your hands in my pants? Put your damned hands in my pants."
She laughed then, making Max smile. "I'm not sure we're at the humping-in-public stage quite yet."
"Ha!" Max pointed a finger at her. "That wasn't a no! Does that mean you would?"