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But it’s not right. He’s keeping me here on this island when I should be fleeing.
I shouldn’t let this happen.
“Is this what you need?” His voice is a mixture of a growl and a moan, and it makes me completely helpless and at his mercy.
I don’t want it to stop.
He plants kisses in a trail along my neck until I suck in a breath and hold it.
Two fingers reach for my chin, forcing me to turn and face him.
And then he smashes his lips onto mine.
Chapter Thirteen
Accompanying Song: “Muddy Waters” by LP
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I couldn’t stop myself from going to her.
From kissing her naked body.
From taking what I’ve wanted ever since I laid my eyes on her.
Her …
She’s been on my mind since she came here, and I can’t stop myself from ravaging her. Not anymore.
Her mouth is like heaven and sweet sin wrapped together in one delicious package. My tongue is desperate to part her lips. I want to taste every inch of her.
She doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t stop me from kissing her.
In fact, she’s kissing me back with equal greed.
However, the longer our kiss lasts, the more she begins the struggle.
Finally, she pushes me away and glares at me for a second. Her lips are still red and swollen from my kiss, and I can’t help but notice the way she breathes … as if she’s out of air.
She doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, so I use the opportunity to move closer again.
She pushes herself away from me again, farther into the water and out of my grasp.
At first, I stay and watch, hoping she might change her mind. I don’t want to scare her, but that’s not what I see in her eyes either. I see … hunger.
And maybe that feeling terrifies her.
Hell, it fucked me up all right, so I can’t imagine what it’s doing to her.
She must be confused.
“That … didn’t happen,” she mumbles, and she stumbles away toward the shore.
“Yeah, it did,” I say, grabbing her arm.
“Don’t,” she says.
“Tell me you didn’t like it,” I reply, staring straight into her eyes. “Can you?”
She doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even open her mouth.
She can’t because she knows it’s a lie.
The way she kissed me back spoke volumes. She was eager for more, yet she still cut me off. Why? Fuck, who knows. But she’s definitely not going to admit it.
“You can’t even say it,” I say.
She jerks her arm loose and says, “I’m going back to the hut.”
“But I brought you here. At least let me take you back.”
“No thanks. I’ll figure out how to get back on my own,” she snaps.
“And then what?” I ask as she swims past me. “You’re just going to ignore what happened?”
She doesn’t respond. All I can do is stare at her beautiful ass as she walks out onto the sand and rushes to grab her clothes and put them on. I don’t stop watching her because I’m sure she feels it too. She’s ignoring her own needs. Ignoring the very part of her that wants to come out so desperately.
She’s telling herself she doesn’t like me just so she can continue hating me for what I did.
Before she runs off into the jungle, she glances over her shoulder.
The look is one of regret.
Longing.
And fury.
Then she disappears, leaving me in the water with a boner the size of my spear.
Accompanying Song: “Touch” by Marz Léon
Juliet
All the way back to the hut, my mind is still wandering to that damn man … and that goddamn fiery, lip-scorching kiss we shared.
Why did he have to do that?
And why do I still feel all hot and bothered?
The memory keeps replaying in my head, and I can’t make it stop.
I’m not even sure I want it to stop, which is crazy. Completely crazy. I’ve lost my shit. Lost my goddamn mind in this jungle.
Maybe I should find some herbs to deal with that.
The only thing that stops me from walking is the sound of monkeys, high up in the trees. I look up to try to spot them, but it’s impossible. They’re hidden behind thick leaves. I smile. It’s the first big animal I’ve come across, and it makes me feel a little fuzzy on the inside.
But I can’t keep staring as I won’t be able to do my research here anyway. Best move on.
I need to get back to the hut and think about what I’m going to do next.
Tagging along to that waterfall was a mistake. Despite it being the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, it made the tension between us even worse.
Now I can’t even walk straight without thinking about those lips roaming my neck … leaving sweet, delicious kisses everywhere while he pokes me with that huge hard-on.
Goddammit.
I have to stop thinking about this if I wanna make a stand.
God, I can still hear his voice just below my ears, telling me how sexy I am, how much he wants me, how we should just let go and do it because we both want it. I’m sure he would’ve said all the right things.
