CHAPTER 42 Clash Of Friends

  [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.