Still, she didn’t want to make Cisco think she hadn’t loved every minute of what they’d shared.
“I believe we’ve done enough exploring for today,” she told him with a smile, gently moving her body off his. “But I will agree with you on one thing. I’d…like to see where things might go. Right now, however,” she glanced at the clock on the wall, “Buffy will be here in ten minutes to pack her stuff so she can take over Bailey’s cabin. We need to clean up and get dressed.”
Her inner thighs, as she stepped away, were glisteningly wet, and she was in serious danger of dripping onto the floor.
“Stay put. Let me take care of you,” Cisco ordered, reaching out to run a finger through the evidence of their combined pleasure. He looked at it in awe, then shook his head and leapt to his feet. He was clearly still in complete control of his body’s musculature, unlike Hilly, whose connective tissues wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the nearest flat surface.
One quick, tender stroke-to-her-collarbone later, Cisco strode toward her small bathroom, and Hilly sighed. His ass, along with his thick thighs, were a thing of beauty. Damn. The man was jacked. His bronzed flesh rippled as he moved; the impressive muscles flexing beneath his skin.
Wait.
Hilly blinked, suddenly snapping out of her sex-stupor. What did Cisco mean, he’d take care of her?
She swayed, at a loss as to what she was supposed to do next.
Her indecision was put to rest when Cisco emerged from the bathroom, a wet facecloth in hand. Without saying another word, he strode over and dropped to his knees in front of her. Nudging her thighs apart, he began gently cleaning all her swollen bits.
Yikes. She shivered. When had anyone ever done that for her before?
Easy answer. Never.
“There,” he said, planting a firm kiss to the small patch that she kept well-trimmed. He tapped a finger on her still-tender nub. “And did I happen to mention I love the color of your hair?”
Hilly felt herself blush.
She’d always been self-conscious about her red pubic hair, knowing it wasn’t exactly mainstream, but the truth in Cisco’s eyes as he praised her, couldn’t be doubted. He really did like what he was seeing.
Her heart lightened. “You keep this up, you’re going to be good for my ego,” she teased.
“And that, is my goal,” he told her seriously, dropping the cloth to stand and wrap his arms around her. “You need to learn just how spectacular you really are, Hilly Duncan.”
Cripes. A naked Cisco-hug. If he stayed like this, she’d believe him if he said the woods outside were filled with purple butterflies.
Hilly’s nipples grew hard again, unable to ignore the smattering of crisp, dark hair they rubbed up against.
Cisco chuckled, drew back, and dropped a kiss to each stirring peak. “I thought you said Buffy would be here soon?”
Hilly groaned. “She will. Clearly, I have absolutely no control over my body when you’re around.”
He arched a brow. “That fits well with my plans for you, for later.”
“Later?” Hilly questioned, her belly doing excited flip-flops. There’d be more, so soon?
“Yeah. Later. I figure right now, while Buffy is moving out and before it gets too dark, I’ll go check your outbuildings and the surrounding woods for anything that might look suspicious. Then I’ll come back and spend the night worshipping your body. If that’s okay with you. Or we can just sleep, if you’d rather,” he contradicted, impishly.
He brought his hand aloft to stop her before she could come up with all the reasons him staying might be a bad idea.
“If you’re worried someone will catch us, let me reassure you. I have work tomorrow at seven, which means I’ll be gone by five; well before anyone else is even stirring. I’ll even walk my bike out so the pipes don’t wake up the campers.”
It was an offer Hilly couldn’t turn down. Simply having Cisco standing in front of her without a stitch of clothes on his glorious body, had her caving, devoid of argument.
“Okay,” she agreed hungrily.
“Good,” he grinned, looking smugly satisfied. “Now let’s get dressed before we’re found out.” He placed one last, firm promise of a kiss on her lips, after which Hilly had to drag her mind back to logistics, turning and bending to grope on the floor for her clothes.
She noted that Cisco wasn’t moving. She looked over her shoulder at him and blinked. “What?” she asked.
“I’m not sure I can leave. You have the best ass,” he groaned. “I’ll be thinking about it as I’m attempting to do my reconnaissance.”
Hilly giggled, straightened, and pulled on the shorts she’d managed to find.
“Or maybe I’ll be imagining those tits,” he hissed as she turned toward him, still without her shirt on. “Be warned, Hilly,” he almost growled. “When we’re alone, I’m going to make you walk around the cabin just like that, for hours.”
Hilly’s back arched of its own accord, thrusting her nipples high.
Cisco took two steps forward.
“Okay. Enough,” Hilly admonished with a snort, stopping him. “Pants on. There’s no time, and I don’t want Buffy getting an eyeful.”
Reluctantly, it seemed, Cisco backed off, and finally began dressing while Hilly finished the same. Together, once they looked presentable, they cleaned up their sex-chair and a few spots on the floor that were wetly suspect.
There were a few more, furtive kisses in-between housekeeping efforts, but they were quick about everything.
“All good?” Cisco finally asked, as he stood at the door with his hand on the knob.
Hilly couldn’t help herself. “Better than good,” she told him. “Hurry back.”
He opened the door. “Are you kidding? Nothing could keep me away.”
