[Armon’s POV]
I leaned forward and gave Moyra a quick kiss before placing a hand against her cheek. Where we touched sent waves of warmth, stiffening my dick even more with desire.
"Don’t worry." I murmured, feeling the sudden overwhelming desire to continue what we were doing. "I will make sure that we make it."
"I believe you." She sighed, giving a small smile that damn near killed me. "Now, go on and protect us."
"Sleep well, good night."
Leaning in, I stole one more kiss before forcing myself out of the tent. I wasn’t sure if Moyra was aware, but the fact that she was still shirtless and aroused made it extremely difficult to not take her.
Grumbling, I looked down at the painful bulge that pressed against my zipper and let out a sigh. I needed to figure out a way to get my mind off the delicious woman in the tent. Otherwise, I would barge back in there and possibly lose all control.