I woke up to his fingers already inside me, moving slow and deep, and for a second I couldn’t place the feeling—then I opened my eyes to the grey-blue light filtering through the tent fabric and remembered everything. The sleeping bag was warm around us, the air cold on my face, and Jax was watching me with dark eyes while his hand worked between my legs.

“They’re awake,” I whispered, but my hips were already rocking against his fingers, chasing the pressure building low in my stomach.

“I know.” His thumb found my clit and I had to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning. “So you need to...