My hand came up and grabbed hold of Adam’s, clamping it tighter to my shoulder. I felt him jerk in surprise, but he pulled me against him so that we were touching from shoulder to hip. And he didn’t ask why, and I loved him for that.
And then, as the rain finally slowed and the clouds cleared, the stars appeared. Out here, hundreds of miles from anywhere, there were no lights to lessen the impact. The whole sky was alight, like a glorious, shining curtain. It was still dark as hell, because the moon was behind the remains of the clouds, but it was an improvement. I felt myself start to slowly unwind. And that left me still snuggled up to Adam, and wondering how I was going to extricate myself.
Was I sure I wanted to extricate myself?
“Look,” I said. “Shooting star.” And pointed at the moving dot in the sky.
Adam stared...and then stood up. That solved my problem of how to disentangle myself…so why did I feel oddly disappointed?
“That’s not a star,” he said slowly. “That’s a plane.”
I stared at the dot. It seemed to have stopped moving across the sky. But it was getting bigger.
“It’s coming straight for us!” Adam yelled. “Fire! We’ve got to light a fire! I’ll get the wood! You get the kindling!”
The rain had just about stopped, but the wind was still howling. Lighting a fire wasn’t going to be easy. I raced over to the rock and moved it aside. The kindling was gone. I scrabbled down into the sand to make sure. Nothing. “It’s not there!” I yelled against the wind.
Adam was frantically building a tepee on the beach out of dry wood. “What do you mean it’s not there?”
“It’s not there!” I yelled. “Maybe it blew away!”
“Blew away?! It was under a rock!”
I looked up at the approaching light. The plane was definitely closer, now. “Well, it’s not there now! Find some more!”
Adam looked around him. “Everything’s soaked!” He grabbed the gas lighter and tried to light one of the dry branches, but it was too thick. He needed something kindling to get it started.
The plane would be overhead in another few minutes. What else did we have that would burn?
Then my eyes found Adam’s black holdall.
Adam followed my gaze. “No!” he said, a warning tone in his voice.
“It’s just money!”
“How can it be just money?!”
“It’s the only thing that’s dry!”
“You can’t burn three hundred thousand dollars!”
But I’d already grabbed the bag and was running towards the fire. Adam ran up to stand beside me. He didn’t try to stop me, but he was clutching at his head with his hands, his fingers knitting into his hair as he gritted his teeth in agony.
“It’s just money!” I yelled.
“You keep saying that! Let’s see you put your money on the fire and we’ll see how bloody philosophical you are about it!”
I stuffed more and more bundles under the base of the fire, building a little house of money to provide cover from the wind, then filling it with scrunched up bills.
“Do you have to use all of it? Just put $10,000 in to start it off—”
But I’d already emptied the bag. I shoved the gas lighter into my little money house and prayed it would light. On the third time, it did.
For a second, there was nothing. Then the yellow lick of a flame, shockingly bright in the darkness. It ate hungrily at the wads of bills, burning through the walls and roof of the house I’d made. The flames were fierce enough, then, to handle the wood above them, and the fire got going properly. Wood cracked and popped.
We threw on more wood and then looked up, watching the plane. It was just passing overhead. I knew I’d be invisible in the darkness, but I waved my arms over my head anyway. “Here!” I yelled. “Down here!”
The plane flew on and on and then it was gone.
“It might have seen us,” I said. “It might have seen us, right?”
Adam gave me the same look my parents used to give me, when I used to get all excited about Santa Claus coming even though I was ten.
“What?” I asked. “It might!”
Adam sighed. “If it’d seen something, it would have circled and passed over us low, so that we knew we’d been seen. I’m sorry, Hannah.”
I looked at my feet, utterly dejected.
Adam stalked off into the trees. “What I don’t get is what happened to the kindling,” he said. “It was right—”
His voice stopped, so I wandered over to him. He was staring at a rock. Then he moved it aside with his foot to reveal a shallow hole, filled with kindling.
He looked at me.
“Now come on,” I said weakly. “They’re rocks. One looks a lot like another.”
He straightened up. “Three hundred thousand dollars,” he said slowly. He took a step towards me.
I took a step back. “Well, why didn’t you mark it with—with a little flag or something?”
“A little flag?”
I knew I was in the wrong, so I did what I always did: I reached for my anger, always smoldering just beneath the surface, and stirred it into roaring life. “Well…maybe if you drunk a little less, we wouldn’t even be on this island!”
“Oh, this is my fault?”
We were screaming at each other, now. “You were dead to the world in your stateroom! You nearly drowned! I had to save you!”
“I saved you back!”
“Well we wouldn’t even have been on that boat if you hadn’t freaked out and driven to Mexico!”
“I just wanted something real!” he yelled.
“Like what?!”
“Like you!”
I stared at him. I was so shocked that I stayed frozen to the spot as he closed the final gap between us, took my cheeks in his palms and tilted my face up towards him, and kissed me.
Chapter 13
Something like an electric shock jolted me, arcing straight down from my lips to the heat that was already building and throbbing between my legs. More worryingly, there was a definite flutter right in my heart, where I’d sworn no one would ever touch me again. For a second I felt as if I was drowning, like my feet couldn’t touch the bottom and I was kicking frantically for the surface. But then I gave myself up to it, my lips parting, and drowning became swimming. I still knew how. It had just been so long that I’d almost forgotten.
I let out a moan as he pressed close against me, the warmth of him like a furnace through my wet clothes. My hands were on his back, clutching at him. After all that time, the feeling of another person against me was so good it almost hurt. I had to cling to him, to reassure myself that it wasn’t a dream. Meanwhile, my brain was telling me that this was Not A Good Idea. That we were stuck here together, alone, and I couldn’t run away the next morning, or call a friend and bawl my eyes out if it went south. That this was all-or-nothing, because once we started this, we weren’t going to be able to stop it.
I told my brain very firmly to shut up.
His hands were running over my back, smoothing the wet fabric over my shoulder blades and down the curves of my back, then over my ass.
The kiss was changing and deepening, no tongues yet but his teeth were nibbling at my lower lip in a way that drove me crazy. We were both panting with our need, hungry for each other. We were so tightly pressed together that all we could do was to stroke each other’s backs—to move things further, we were going to have to separate, a little. But he didn’t seem to want to stop pressing against me any more than I did. I could feel his pecs, warm and smooth against my breasts, my soft flesh pillowed against him. My nipples were hard as pebbles and the thin layers of wet fabric did nothing to deaden the sensation as they rasped against his chest, sending ripples of pleasure straight to my core. I could feel his own dime-sized nipples, too, brushing against the slopes of my breasts as we twisted around in the kiss. I had a sudden longing to envelop them in my mouth, run my tongue over and over them. I wanted to kiss that mag
nificent chest all over. Hell, I wanted to devour him whole.
He finally broke the kiss, releasing his hands from my back. I took a staggering step backwards, the sounds of the island fading back into my consciousness. God, this is really happening! I could hear the surf behind me, slowly calming as the wind died away. The fire was crackling and flaring off to my right. I could feel my heels sinking into the soft, moist sand as I moved away from him. My hands came up, palms facing him, as if to hold him back. Do I really want this?
He’d taken a step towards me, but now he stopped. “Hannah?” His voice had changed. It had grown even deeper, if that were possible, and it was tight and rough with lust. Just the thought of that—that he needed me that much—sent a stab of raw heat down between my legs. “You want to stop?”
That feeling of drowning again—but in a good way, if that makes any sense. Drowning in him, drowning in my own need. Getting in too deep and not caring. In that instant, I was sure.
“No,” I breathed, and pressed myself to him. This time, when our lips touched, I felt his tongue teasing at me, questing for entrance, and I let out a groan of release as mine touched his and they danced together. I had to tilt my head up to meet him and the hardness of his muscles as I ran my hands up and down his forearms made me weak inside. His fingers smoothed my soaked hair back from my face, then tangled in it, guiding me in the kiss. Then his hands were sliding down my shoulders, my arms…down to my breasts. He cupped me through my wet clothes, the heat of him soaking straight through to my skin, and I could feel myself throb and tighten inside. My nipples were stroking against his palms, hard and exquisitely sensitive, and as he moved his hands oh-so-slowly across them, back and forth, I went up on my tiptoes in response.
Our lips parted. “Hannah,” he said, as if tasting my name. His hands lifted my breasts, feeling their weight. “God….”
And then he was turning and twisting me, pushing me down to the sand. We were close enough to the fire that I could feel the heat on my skin. The wet sand should have been cold under me, but I barely registered it. I was breathing faster, my heart pounding in my chest; as he laid me down on my back and hunkered down to kiss my throat.
My hands found his and our fingers knitted together as his mouth tracked down my neck to my cleavage. His kisses were like little explosions of heat against my rain-soaked skin, sending tremors through me. When our mouths met again, the kissing was open-mouthed and deep, our lips mashing and our panting breath blending into one.
That’s when I felt his hands hiking my dress up my thighs. I lifted up to let the fabric pull free, and then the cool night air was on my legs, only a wet-through triangle of fabric covering me. Beneath it, I could feel the throbbing heat and slick moisture waiting for him.
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. He looked right into my eyes as he skimmed the down my legs and off. I was naked below the waist, my bare ass suddenly against the cool, wet sand.
Adam was between my thighs, now, his hands running up and down my skin. Then I saw him unfasten his belt and shove his jeans and shorts down his thighs. I drew in my breath as he freed himself, as thick and long as I’d imagined him, the velvety head shining.
“I need you,” he breathed as he moved up between my thighs. And those words were enough to push aside any hesitations I’d had. I opened my legs a little wider, my heels brushing the sand, and then I felt the first hot touch of him against my lips.
His hands slammed down on either side of my head. He gazed down into my eyes as—
Oh God!
I groaned as I felt him start to enter me, parting me...stretching me. My breathing quickened. God, so hard, so hot, so unlike any of the plastic toys that I’d consoled myself with since Nathan. This was raw and naked and real. Opening me wider, wide enough to make me gasp...but then he was in, plunging deep inside me, that glorious sensation of being filled. My heels dug furrows in the sand as my knees came up, my hands sliding down his lower back to urge him onward. He slid right into me, almost rooting himself on that first thrust, and then he was powering back up, his muscles rippling smoothly under my fingers.
I bit my lip as he plunged into me again, and this time he sank even deeper, opening me fully all...the...way. God, I could feel myself tight around him, every millimeter now a silken ecstasy. He lowered himself on his forearms, putting more of his weight on me, and suddenly the base of him was rubbing right on my sensitive bud. My head went back against the sand, wet tresses of hair plastering against my neck, and I let out a low, keening moan.
That only inflamed him more. He started to thrust, every stroke sending a crackling, white-hot streamer of energy into the building cyclone at my core, whipping it faster and faster. My hands found his naked ass, fingers digging into his cheeks. His mouth was against my throat, then against my ear, and he started to whisper as he thrust. “God, I wanted you. I wanted to do this as soon as I saw you in the kitchen. I wanted...to just...bend you over…”
I found his mouth and kissed him, our tongues meeting as he pumped into me hard and fast, his groin slamming down into mine. My hips started to churn helplessly, swirling around him, and he stiffened and drew in his breath. His thrusts got faster, the sound of our panting and the slap of flesh on flesh audible over the fire and the ocean. I could feel the climax spinning and building inside me and my hands grabbed for the sand, fingers digging deep into the surface as I panted and tried to hold myself back. But every stroke pushed me closer to the edge, the raw energy wrapped in liquid gold and I was so wet, God, so wet around him, I was going to—
My head came up off the sand, eyes locked on his as the climax hit me. I felt myself tense ...spasm around him and he knew, I could tell from that spark in his eyes as he felt what he’d done to me. Then my head was going back, chin pointing at the stars as my whole body shuddered again and again.
As I came back down, I thought it was over. But he was still hard inside me, and as my eyes opened he held me around the waist and rolled us.
I drew in my breath at the sensation of him moving inside me. And then I was on top, straddling him, the warmth of the fire closer, now. One whole side of me was bathed in an orange glow, and Adam was lit up, too, every beautiful contour of his face drawn in flickering light.
I needed to see more of him.
First, I settled myself atop him, gasping as the base of him pressed against my most sensitive spot. In this position, the warmth of his groin and the hard muscles at his hips were nestled right against me, touching every millimeter of my inner thighs, and it felt incredible. Then I began to pull off his t-shirt, stripping the wet fabric off his chest until he was completely revealed to me. I ran my palms over the curves of him, marveling at the fullness of his pecs, the solid warmth of him. My fingers skimmed down below them, tracing the shape of him, following the deep valley down to the center of his chest, then over the ridges of his abs. I went down over the ridge of his Adonis belt, right down to the point where we joined, and then all the way back up again. The hardness of him drove me crazy.
He gave a single thrust of his hips, unable to wait any longer, and I gasped as I rode him up and down. Then his hands were at the shoulders of my dress, shoving it roughly down my arms. I shimmied my arms out of it and then let him push it down over my breasts, down my stomach until it fell in a sodden band around my hips. I knew what he wanted. I reached back and unclipped my bra, looking into his eyes the whole time, and stripped it off, tossing it aside.
He growled with lust and sat up, his hands wrapping around me to hold me in place as his mouth came to my breast. The soft flesh, cold from the rain and achingly sensitive from his touch, was suddenly enveloped in warm wetness, his tongue lashing at it, circling the base of one nipple, making my toes grind and dance against the sand, my fingers knotting into his hair to demand more, more.
His hands came around to scoop my breasts together, presenting them to his mouth as he began to switch between them, groaning low in his throat as he licked at each on
e, swirling his tongue around the nipples until they throbbed, until I had to start moving atop him or I would have gone crazy. I used my legs to lift myself on him, my mouth falling open at the feeling of him moving again inside me. This time I controlled the pace, but I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to keep it slow for long.
I lowered myself again until the root of him ground against my swollen bud. He kept licking at my breasts as they moved past his mouth, making me want to go slow, but another orgasm was already building, demanding that I go faster and faster. I lifted again, the girth of him stretching me wonderfully, drawing myself up until the head of him almost slipped from me, and then letting myself slide down around him. That was it. As my lips pressed tight around his base, I couldn’t wait any more. I planted my hands on his chest and pushed him down to the sand, then started to ride him, my hips moving ever-faster, almost falling onto him each time. The feel of him inside me, throbbing and hot and so perfectly hard, had me wanting to move quicker than I could, racing to meet my approaching orgasm. “God!” I said suddenly, eyes wide, staring straight down at him. My next cry was higher. “God! I’m going to—again!”
I was bucking and jerking on top of him, my breasts bouncing, and I could feel the heat of the fire on my wet nipples. I was out of control, driven by what he’d unlocked inside me. All I could do was go faster and faster, his hardness filling me again and again, my breath coming in hot, desperate pants. It built and built, twisting tighter and tighter inside me, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his chest, and then I was there, at the peak, my body starting to clench around him.
And he looked up at me, his own teeth gritted, and I saw his own head go back and I remembered how he was naked inside me. And then I felt that first hot spurt inside me and the feeling tipped me over the edge. The orgasm rushed up inside me, stealing my breath, stopping me from doing anything but staring into his eyes as he shot inside me and I spasmed and jerked around him. As it ended, I fell forward, our chests pressing together, and he kissed me long and deep.
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