nicely, I’ll let you use the matches in my emergency kit.” She gave him a dazzling smile.
The smile did something to him. Lit him up inside in a way that left him feeling decidedly unsettled. “I’ll just get at it, then.”
“You do that,” she said. “Now that you have a goal, I’m sure you feel better.”
Dazzled and dazed, Gibb left her to gather wood. He was out of sorts from the crash landing, that’s all this attraction was, nothing more. Yeah, okay, she was gorgeous and her legs in those skimpy cutoffs made him feel as if he’d just swallowed his own tongue, but it was nothing more than lust with an element of added danger.
With any luck, they’d be on their way by morning. As long as he kept his hands to himself, he ought to be fine.
Gibb swiveled around for another look.
Sophia was bent over, examining the plane’s fixed landing gear, her delectable little fanny in the air. The pockets of her cutoff jeans stretched tight.
His tongue was notably plastered to the roof of his mouth and he instantly grew as stiff as an ironing board. Ignoring the sand filling his dress shoes, he turned and started picking up driftwood before he did something drastic that he could not undo.
Like seduce her.
* * *
S OPHIA TOED HER sneakers off—her mind worked better when her feet were bare—and set about inspecting the plane. Her toes sank into the sand, anchoring her to the earth. Grounded. A reminder to focus on what she was doing and keep her mind off how absurdly sexy Gibb looked standing on the beach in his fancy clothes. She half expected a men’s fashion photographer to pop up and start snapping pictures of him.
Here was the thing. Gibb aroused her in a way no man ever had. That passion she’d told Josie about. Every time Gibb’s hot-eyed gaze landed on her, she felt as if she would burst into flames.
Simmer down. She didn’t have to act on her feelings. Except she and Gibb were stuck on an isolated island in the Caribbean Sea with nothing to do but either fix the plane or wait to be rescued. As of yet, she didn’t know what was wrong with El Diablo.
Maybe she could repair it, maybe not.
She had taken off without doing anything more than filing a flight plan. They were out of radio contact range from any air tower. Her family had no idea where she was and when she’d gone to make those phone calls, one of them had been to Emilio breaking their date so he wouldn’t be expecting her, either. The flight plan of a small plane flying into Key West could easily get overlooked in the shuffle. It might be days before either she or Gibb were missed.
Days spent alone together on a deserted island with a sizzling sexual energy surging between them.
C’mon. What’s wrong with a little sexual thrill? A fling? A hot encounter meant to go absolutely nowhere but give them complete pleasure?
Yeah, it sounded good on the surface, but Sophia had a sneaking suspicion that a few wild days with Gibb would never be enough. Even now, just thinking about making out with him caused her body to tingle in all the right places.
She grabbed a tool. Must find out what’s wrong with the plane. Must get this flying devil back in the air, pronto. Not just to get the impatient Mr. Martin to Key West on time to ruin his buddy’s wedding, but to save her own skin. She was not going to, would not, could not have a sexual tryst with him.
A few minutes later, she discovered what had caused the engine to sputter. Whew, it was a minor fix. But her relief was short-lived as she soon stumbled across a bigger problem created by the bumpy touchdown. A problem not so easily resolved. Totally disheartening. Shoulders slumping, she took a step backward and ran smack dab into Gibb.
“Easy.” His hand closed around her elbow.
She sucked in air. His body heat surrounded her along with his manly scent. She wrenched away from his grip and scuttled to one side.
Hallelujah, he’d finally taken off his tie and suit jacket and rolled up
The smile did something to him. Lit him up inside in a way that left him feeling decidedly unsettled. “I’ll just get at it, then.”
“You do that,” she said. “Now that you have a goal, I’m sure you feel better.”
Dazzled and dazed, Gibb left her to gather wood. He was out of sorts from the crash landing, that’s all this attraction was, nothing more. Yeah, okay, she was gorgeous and her legs in those skimpy cutoffs made him feel as if he’d just swallowed his own tongue, but it was nothing more than lust with an element of added danger.
With any luck, they’d be on their way by morning. As long as he kept his hands to himself, he ought to be fine.
Gibb swiveled around for another look.
Sophia was bent over, examining the plane’s fixed landing gear, her delectable little fanny in the air. The pockets of her cutoff jeans stretched tight.
His tongue was notably plastered to the roof of his mouth and he instantly grew as stiff as an ironing board. Ignoring the sand filling his dress shoes, he turned and started picking up driftwood before he did something drastic that he could not undo.
Like seduce her.
* * *
S OPHIA TOED HER sneakers off—her mind worked better when her feet were bare—and set about inspecting the plane. Her toes sank into the sand, anchoring her to the earth. Grounded. A reminder to focus on what she was doing and keep her mind off how absurdly sexy Gibb looked standing on the beach in his fancy clothes. She half expected a men’s fashion photographer to pop up and start snapping pictures of him.
Here was the thing. Gibb aroused her in a way no man ever had. That passion she’d told Josie about. Every time Gibb’s hot-eyed gaze landed on her, she felt as if she would burst into flames.
Simmer down. She didn’t have to act on her feelings. Except she and Gibb were stuck on an isolated island in the Caribbean Sea with nothing to do but either fix the plane or wait to be rescued. As of yet, she didn’t know what was wrong with El Diablo.
Maybe she could repair it, maybe not.
She had taken off without doing anything more than filing a flight plan. They were out of radio contact range from any air tower. Her family had no idea where she was and when she’d gone to make those phone calls, one of them had been to Emilio breaking their date so he wouldn’t be expecting her, either. The flight plan of a small plane flying into Key West could easily get overlooked in the shuffle. It might be days before either she or Gibb were missed.
Days spent alone together on a deserted island with a sizzling sexual energy surging between them.
C’mon. What’s wrong with a little sexual thrill? A fling? A hot encounter meant to go absolutely nowhere but give them complete pleasure?
Yeah, it sounded good on the surface, but Sophia had a sneaking suspicion that a few wild days with Gibb would never be enough. Even now, just thinking about making out with him caused her body to tingle in all the right places.
She grabbed a tool. Must find out what’s wrong with the plane. Must get this flying devil back in the air, pronto. Not just to get the impatient Mr. Martin to Key West on time to ruin his buddy’s wedding, but to save her own skin. She was not going to, would not, could not have a sexual tryst with him.
A few minutes later, she discovered what had caused the engine to sputter. Whew, it was a minor fix. But her relief was short-lived as she soon stumbled across a bigger problem created by the bumpy touchdown. A problem not so easily resolved. Totally disheartening. Shoulders slumping, she took a step backward and ran smack dab into Gibb.
“Easy.” His hand closed around her elbow.
She sucked in air. His body heat surrounded her along with his manly scent. She wrenched away from his grip and scuttled to one side.
Hallelujah, he’d finally taken off his tie and suit jacket and rolled up
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