Chapter 1: Sparks in the Tent
The summer air hung heavy with the scent of pine and lake water as Camila pitched the tent with a fierce determination. Her toned arms flexed with every stake she hammered into the soft earth, her dark hair tied back in a messy bun, strands sticking to her sweat-glistened neck. Martín watched from a few feet away, leaning against a tree with a smirk, his eyes tracing the curve of her hips in those tight denim shorts.
'Enjoying the view, or are you just gonna stand there like a useless log?' Camila shot over her shoulder, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. She straightened up, wiping her brow, her tank top clinging to her curves.
Martín chuckled, pushing off the tree and sauntering over. 'Oh, I’m enjoying it, alright. But I figured I’d let the boss lady handle the heavy lifting. You’ve got it under control, don’t you, reina?' His tone was teasing, but his gaze was hungry, lingering on her lips as she turned to face him.
'Damn right I do,' she fired back, stepping closer, her chest brushing against his as she jabbed a finger into his sternum. 'But if you think you’re getting a free ride, you’ve got another thing coming. Grab the cooler, pretty boy. Earn your keep.'
He grinned, his hand catching her wrist before she could pull away. 'Only if you promise to reward me later,' he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine despite the heat of the day. His thumb brushed over her pulse point, and she felt her breath hitch.
Camila yanked her wrist free, but not before flashing him a wicked smile. 'Play your cards right, Martín, and I might just blow your mind.' Her words hung in the air, charged with promise, as she turned to finish setting up camp.
By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the lake in shades of amber and violet, the tension between them was palpable. They sat by a small fire, the crackling flames casting shadows over their faces. The tent loomed behind them, a silent invitation. Camila sipped from a beer, her eyes locked on Martín over the rim of the bottle, her lips curling into a smirk as she caught him staring at her legs.
'What’s on your mind, huh?' she teased, setting the bottle down and leaning forward, her cleavage catching the firelight. 'You look like you’ve got something to say. Or… something to do.'
Martín’s jaw tightened, his voice rough as he replied, 'I’m thinking about how fucking hot you look right now, and how bad I want to drag you into that tent and show you exactly what’s on my mind.'
Her laugh was sharp, daring. 'Big talk. You gonna back it up, or are you all bark and no bite?' She stood, brushing past him as she headed for the tent, her hips swaying with purpose. 'Come on, then. Let’s see if you can keep up with me.'
Inside the tent, the air was thick with anticipation. Camila turned to face him, her eyes blazing with challenge as she stripped off her tank top, revealing the lace of her bra and the smooth expanse of her skin. Martín’s breath caught, his hands itching to touch her. 'Fuck, Camila, you’re gonna kill me,' he growled, stepping closer.
'Not if I get to you first,' she shot back, grabbing his shirt and pulling him in. Their lips crashed together, hungry and fierce, her nails digging into his shoulders as his hands gripped her ass, pulling her tight against him. She could feel how hard he was already, pressing against her thigh, and a wicked grin spread across her face as she broke the kiss, panting. 'Looks like someone’s ready to play.'
His response was a low groan, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her shorts. 'You have no idea how horny you’ve got me, reina. I’m gonna make that pussy drip for me.'
Camila’s eyes darkened with lust, her voice a husky challenge. 'Then stop talking and start doing, Martín. I’m waiting.'
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