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Authors: Colette Gale
Tags: Fiction/Erotica
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with Kellan inside—she slipped from the main floor of the treehouse and climbed up to her bedchamber.
After locking the door—which was only a matter of turning a piece of bamboo perpendicular to the door frame—Jane took off her skirt and shirtwaist and used a pitcher of water and its basin to wash up.
Although her bath in the pool had been interrupted earlier (she meant to look in Bellingworth’s book to determine which creature had startled her), Jane had finished her ablutions once back at the treehouse by taking advantage of a tub of water Efremina had filled with spring water. It wasn’t as pleasurable as swimming in the churning pool, but she’d at least been able to wash. Her hair still smelled of lavender and lily, and as she took it out of its pins, the scent wafted anew into the air.
With a sigh of relief, she unhooked her corset and it fell away, leaving her dressed only in the loose, light chemise. She picked up the hem, ready to lift the garment up and off.
For some reason, she glanced toward the open window. Leaves swayed gently in the breeze, dancing against the bamboo and timber frame of her chamber. A variety of animal sounds—coos, caws, cries, growls—sang in the night. Rustling sounds told her that something moved nearby. A bird. A rodent. A monkey.
A man.
Was he out there somewhere?
A little shiver coursed down her spine, ending in a flicker of heat deep inside.
Was the wild man watching her this very moment, from some high perch?
She turned from the window, still undecided about whether to pull off her chemise. Surely he’d disappeared into the depths of the jungle, back to wherever he lived: a cave, a tree, some sort of crude house….
Who was he?
Where did he live?
Had he ever seen Jonathan?
That thought settled in her mind. It seemed obvious that the wild man had been living on his own in the jungle for some time—he was completely uncivilized and could hardly communicate. He must have been away from other humans for years, perhaps even since he was a child.
If Jonathan had somehow managed to survive in the jungle after being “lost,” perhaps the wild man had seen him.
Jane looked back out through the window, moving close enough that she could feel the breeze. But it was a vast, dark, dangerous jungle.
She shook her head. It would have been unlikely that the two men crossed paths—if indeed there was a path to cross. Likely…oh, likely, Jonathan had fallen to his death or been otherwise killed when he was separated from Kellan.
She must accept that fact.
Making a decision, she tugged off her chemise and slid beneath the light coverlet on the bed. Then she got back up and pulled down the mosquito netting Efremina had tacked to the top of the window. That would, at least, keep out any small insects.
Jane settled in bed again, all at once very tired after a day filled with such activity. Hiking, swimming, running, struggling….
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
Exploding.
Mmmmm. Aware of the smile curving her lips, Jane closed her eyes and relaxed. The sounds of the night were a wild but soothing rhythm as she slipped into repose.
She must have slept, for all at once she was awake.
A hard, warm body covered hers. Hands grasped her hips, shoving her against the wall. Long, soft hair brushed against her as she opened her eyes to find the wild man there. Against her.
His mouth was everywhere: on her breast, sucking and pulling her nipple taut…on her neck, his tongue sleek as it slid along the length of the sensitive tendon there…then he was covering her mouth, warm and strong and demanding.
“Woman,” he groaned.
Jane could hardly breathe, but her body was hot and alive. She felt a cool stone wall against her back, the heat of his body burning into her from the front. His hands held her in place as he devoured her, sucking, kissing, nibbling. Her head sagged back, her knees giving way as heat and pleasure trammeled through her. Her quim burgeoned, swelling and filling,
After locking the door—which was only a matter of turning a piece of bamboo perpendicular to the door frame—Jane took off her skirt and shirtwaist and used a pitcher of water and its basin to wash up.
Although her bath in the pool had been interrupted earlier (she meant to look in Bellingworth’s book to determine which creature had startled her), Jane had finished her ablutions once back at the treehouse by taking advantage of a tub of water Efremina had filled with spring water. It wasn’t as pleasurable as swimming in the churning pool, but she’d at least been able to wash. Her hair still smelled of lavender and lily, and as she took it out of its pins, the scent wafted anew into the air.
With a sigh of relief, she unhooked her corset and it fell away, leaving her dressed only in the loose, light chemise. She picked up the hem, ready to lift the garment up and off.
For some reason, she glanced toward the open window. Leaves swayed gently in the breeze, dancing against the bamboo and timber frame of her chamber. A variety of animal sounds—coos, caws, cries, growls—sang in the night. Rustling sounds told her that something moved nearby. A bird. A rodent. A monkey.
A man.
Was he out there somewhere?
A little shiver coursed down her spine, ending in a flicker of heat deep inside.
Was the wild man watching her this very moment, from some high perch?
She turned from the window, still undecided about whether to pull off her chemise. Surely he’d disappeared into the depths of the jungle, back to wherever he lived: a cave, a tree, some sort of crude house….
Who was he?
Where did he live?
Had he ever seen Jonathan?
That thought settled in her mind. It seemed obvious that the wild man had been living on his own in the jungle for some time—he was completely uncivilized and could hardly communicate. He must have been away from other humans for years, perhaps even since he was a child.
If Jonathan had somehow managed to survive in the jungle after being “lost,” perhaps the wild man had seen him.
Jane looked back out through the window, moving close enough that she could feel the breeze. But it was a vast, dark, dangerous jungle.
She shook her head. It would have been unlikely that the two men crossed paths—if indeed there was a path to cross. Likely…oh, likely, Jonathan had fallen to his death or been otherwise killed when he was separated from Kellan.
She must accept that fact.
Making a decision, she tugged off her chemise and slid beneath the light coverlet on the bed. Then she got back up and pulled down the mosquito netting Efremina had tacked to the top of the window. That would, at least, keep out any small insects.
Jane settled in bed again, all at once very tired after a day filled with such activity. Hiking, swimming, running, struggling….
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
Exploding.
Mmmmm. Aware of the smile curving her lips, Jane closed her eyes and relaxed. The sounds of the night were a wild but soothing rhythm as she slipped into repose.
She must have slept, for all at once she was awake.
A hard, warm body covered hers. Hands grasped her hips, shoving her against the wall. Long, soft hair brushed against her as she opened her eyes to find the wild man there. Against her.
His mouth was everywhere: on her breast, sucking and pulling her nipple taut…on her neck, his tongue sleek as it slid along the length of the sensitive tendon there…then he was covering her mouth, warm and strong and demanding.
“Woman,” he groaned.
Jane could hardly breathe, but her body was hot and alive. She felt a cool stone wall against her back, the heat of his body burning into her from the front. His hands held her in place as he devoured her, sucking, kissing, nibbling. Her head sagged back, her knees giving way as heat and pleasure trammeled through her. Her quim burgeoned, swelling and filling,
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