Chapter 32: Just a snake

DEACON

I became painfully aware of several things at once. Emma's long, lithe body was pressed up against me. Her full breasts rubbed my chest as she sucked in a quick breath. Her face was tilted up to stare into mine, and her lips were slightly parted in surprise.

And I wanted to kiss her more than I'd wanted anything in a very long time.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Her voice trembled slightly, but I wasn't sure if it was from fury or desire. I hoped it was the latter, but I had a hunch it was the former.

"There's a snake coming down the side of your trailer-right behind you. It was about to slither onto your . . .uh, chest."

"What the fuck?"

And then she was climbing on me, her arms locked around my neck, her legs circling my waist.

"Whoa." Out of instinct-and okay, yes, it wasn't exactly a hardship-I cupped her ass with my hands to keep her from sliding down me.

"Are you fucking serious? Is there a fucking snake near me? Holy fuck."