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The cry she lets out is swallowed by my mouth as I sink into her wet heat. “Yes,” she moans. “Yes, more.”
I begin to move slowly, giving her time to adjust. She’s so tight. I’m barely able to keep myself from exploding. If this was my last sexual encounter. I needed it to last longer than a minute. Our bodies merge and separate with each thrust, creating a rhythm that vibrates through us. The sound of our breathing becomes one with the night, echoing the powerful crashing of the waves around us.
As I pull out only to drive back in, her soft cries echo around me. The taste of her lips lingers on mine as we move together, lost in this moment of desperate passion.
“My God,” she breathes, her legs tightening around my waist. The sensation is too much. I can hear my own ragged breathing filling the air as sweat trickles down my forehead.
"Paige," I whisper, my voice ragged and filled with raw emotion. I brace myself on shaky arms above her, trying not to crush her with my weight.
Her nails rake down my back as she arches beneath me, her fingers leaving trails of tantalizing pain that only serves to fuel my desire more.
"Yes, don't stop," she whispers urgently, her voice a bare rasp in the stillness.
The sight of her beneath me, eyes dark with passion, lips swollen from my kisses, leaves me spiraling out of control. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want her in this moment.
With each thrust, I'm taken deeper into her. The sensation of her tight heat enclosing around me is enough to make me lose all control. But she deserves more; she deserves everything I can give.
I drive into her, harder and faster, losing myself in the moment. The orgasm hits hard, making me see stars in front of my eyes that had nothing to do with the night sky.
Her tight sheath clenches around me, milking every last drop from me as her body squeezed and spasmed around my cock. I collapse, barely missing her body. My body spasms and twitches in the aftermath. I wrap an arm around her and hold her close just before I pass out.
Chapter 9
Paige
I wake up to the gentle lapping of waves against the shore, the sun casting a warm golden glow over the deserted beach. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I take in the sight before me—the pristine sands and crystal-clear waters that stretch out as far as the eye can see. But as I look around, I realize that this island is far from the tropical paradise I had imagined.
I glance to my side and see Travis sprawled out naked on the sand. I’m naked as well. Last night, well, I can’t even explain what came over me. I carefully collect my clothes and dress while checking out the man that had rocked my world in the middle of the night. His body was fine, lean, and muscular at the same time.
My eyes drop lower, smiling at the part of him that had given me plenty of pleasure in the middle of the night when I woke up with what I thought was a nightmare. Turns out, it wasn’t a nightmare. It was my reality. I step away from him, finding a way a little away from him to take a minute for myself in the bushes.
I make my way down to the water's edge, the sand cool beneath my bare feet. The jet has been pulled away from where it initially landed, but I can still see the tail jutting out from the sand, a stark reminder of the chaos that brought us to this desolate place. I close my eyes and the whole episode flashes through my mind. I remember every second from the moment he shouted at me to sit down to the second I woke with cold water washing over me.
I stare at the horizon, praying I’ll see a boat headed our way. Unfortunately, all I see is water. There’s not a boat on the water or a plane in the sky. Despair washes over me. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to disappear. How long will they look for me before they hold my funeral?
Will Travis be the last person I ever talk to? That’s such a strange feeling. I don’t even know him. I don’t know his last name. I know nothing about him except he’s good in bed. I have never done anything that reckless in my entire life. Last night, I needed him. I needed to be reminded I was alive. I’ve spent my entire life being strong and brave. It felt so good to just give in to my basic instincts. I didn’t regret having sex with him. In fact, I might offer myself to him again. It doesn’t look like we’re going to be rescued in the next five minutes. I don’t have work to do. I don’t have anything to do or anywhere to go. It’s a strange and scary feeling. My entire life has been scheduled to the very last minute.
Travis joins me on the beach, handing me a bag of peanuts from our meager food stash along with a bottle of water. I take them gratefully, the first pang of hunger gnawing at my stomach.
“The protein will be good for you,” he says. “Try not to drink too much water. We’ve got three more bottles in the bag.”
"Do you think we'll get rescued today?" I ask, my voice tinged with hope.
He nods, a hint of confidence in his expression. "We should," he replies, his tone reassuring. "But we'll have to wait and see."
I glance around, taking in the vast expanse of sand and sea stretching out before us. "Shouldn't we make some kind of signal fire or something?" I suggest, my voice uncertain. "To alert any passing planes?"
Travis shakes his head, his expression grave. "The beach will be underwater in a few hours," he explains. "We'll have to think of something else. I have the flare gun. At least, I hope I do. I haven’t checked.”
I turn and look at him. There should be awkwardness between us, but I don’t feel it. A near-death experience has a way of erasing any kind of formality. “How’s your head?” I ask and reach up to touch the cut.
“Hard,” he smiles. “It’s fine.”
“I think you’re going to have a scar.”
The moment I say the words, I realize how ridiculous that is. He would be lucky to live long enough to get a scar.
“As long as I can still wear a bikini,” he teases.
