moment the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt her orgasm starting to surge through her body, spurring my own.
We came together, calling each other’s names into the new morning. It the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, and as my body collapsed over hers in a spent heap, her arms folded around me.
“I love you too.”
10
Jane
G rant’s arms weren’t around me. That was my first thought when I stirred awake the next morning, stretching inside the hut. After the last twenty-four hours of seemingly endless love-making, I figured that after the few-hour break we’d taken, he’d be desperate to have me by now. That was the way I felt, at least.
Instead, he was nowhere to be found with no sign of where he might have wandered off to. I rolled onto my other side, frowning when I found his side of the bed empty. That was when I heard noises coming from outside. They weren’t the familiar ones of him making a fire or hacking into breadfruit—they were sounds I hadn’t heard before.
I exited the hut, curious to see what was more important to him right now than blanketing my body with his.
My eyebrows knitted together when I noticed him working in the shade of the big palm, sweat pouring off of him although it was still morning. Though I supposed given the pace he was moving at, he would have been sweating if he was working in Siberia in January.
I couldn’t figure out what it was he was working on, so I moved closer, trying to make sense of the handful of bamboo lengths he had laid out.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He stopped abruptly, his head lifting like he had no idea I’d been here until now. I settled my hands on my hips when he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to answer my question, and his gaze roamed my naked body with a familiar look. Even though my stomach was tightening from the way he was looking at me, I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of figuring out what he was up to out here. It looked like he was trying to construct some giant bamboo wall. For whatever reason.
“Did you need me, baby?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble. His eyes lingered on the spot between my legs, his brow lifting. I guessed he didn’t miss the sheen covering my inner thighs already.
Focus, Jane .
“Yeah, I did need you.” Just as he started to rise from what he was working on, I added, “To explain what you’re doing out here.”
He gave me a minute to change my mind, but when I didn’t, he crouched again and got back to work. “I’m building a raft,” he said, like it was simple as that.
“A raft for what?” I inspected the bamboo with new eyes. “For fishing or something?”
Grant’s jaw stiffened, his eyes dropping as he focused on what he was doing, though I got the impression it more had to do with him not wanting to make eye contact with me. “To get you off of this island.”
My forehead creased as I considered what he’d just said. It creased deeper the longer I thought about it. “To get off the island?” I whispered, trying to understand.
“Yes, to get us— you —off of this island.” Determination set into his jaw as he got back to work with new urgency, almost like his plan was to get us off of this island by this afternoon.
“Why?” I asked. Up until this morning, he’d seemed content enough to spend the rest of his life here. What was the sudden rush to leave it?
“You can’t stay here. I need to get you off of the island and back to some semblance of civilization.” His muscles were rippling beneath his skin as he worked.
“I’ve done civilization. Not my thing. Thanks anyways.”
He exhaled. “This isn’t a joke, Jane.”
“I wasn’t being funny.”
He kept working, not missing a beat. “You can’t stay on this island.”
My arms lifted at my sides. “I want to stay on this island.”
“It’s not safe for you.”
My gaze scanned up and down the beach. It was just as serene and pristine as ever. “Eh, it’s a hell of a lot less
We came together, calling each other’s names into the new morning. It the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, and as my body collapsed over hers in a spent heap, her arms folded around me.
“I love you too.”
10
Jane
G rant’s arms weren’t around me. That was my first thought when I stirred awake the next morning, stretching inside the hut. After the last twenty-four hours of seemingly endless love-making, I figured that after the few-hour break we’d taken, he’d be desperate to have me by now. That was the way I felt, at least.
Instead, he was nowhere to be found with no sign of where he might have wandered off to. I rolled onto my other side, frowning when I found his side of the bed empty. That was when I heard noises coming from outside. They weren’t the familiar ones of him making a fire or hacking into breadfruit—they were sounds I hadn’t heard before.
I exited the hut, curious to see what was more important to him right now than blanketing my body with his.
My eyebrows knitted together when I noticed him working in the shade of the big palm, sweat pouring off of him although it was still morning. Though I supposed given the pace he was moving at, he would have been sweating if he was working in Siberia in January.
I couldn’t figure out what it was he was working on, so I moved closer, trying to make sense of the handful of bamboo lengths he had laid out.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He stopped abruptly, his head lifting like he had no idea I’d been here until now. I settled my hands on my hips when he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to answer my question, and his gaze roamed my naked body with a familiar look. Even though my stomach was tightening from the way he was looking at me, I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of figuring out what he was up to out here. It looked like he was trying to construct some giant bamboo wall. For whatever reason.
“Did you need me, baby?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble. His eyes lingered on the spot between my legs, his brow lifting. I guessed he didn’t miss the sheen covering my inner thighs already.
Focus, Jane .
“Yeah, I did need you.” Just as he started to rise from what he was working on, I added, “To explain what you’re doing out here.”
He gave me a minute to change my mind, but when I didn’t, he crouched again and got back to work. “I’m building a raft,” he said, like it was simple as that.
“A raft for what?” I inspected the bamboo with new eyes. “For fishing or something?”
Grant’s jaw stiffened, his eyes dropping as he focused on what he was doing, though I got the impression it more had to do with him not wanting to make eye contact with me. “To get you off of this island.”
My forehead creased as I considered what he’d just said. It creased deeper the longer I thought about it. “To get off the island?” I whispered, trying to understand.
“Yes, to get us— you —off of this island.” Determination set into his jaw as he got back to work with new urgency, almost like his plan was to get us off of this island by this afternoon.
“Why?” I asked. Up until this morning, he’d seemed content enough to spend the rest of his life here. What was the sudden rush to leave it?
“You can’t stay here. I need to get you off of the island and back to some semblance of civilization.” His muscles were rippling beneath his skin as he worked.
“I’ve done civilization. Not my thing. Thanks anyways.”
He exhaled. “This isn’t a joke, Jane.”
“I wasn’t being funny.”
He kept working, not missing a beat. “You can’t stay on this island.”
My arms lifted at my sides. “I want to stay on this island.”
“It’s not safe for you.”
My gaze scanned up and down the beach. It was just as serene and pristine as ever. “Eh, it’s a hell of a lot less
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