Her fingers slid over the tip of his shaft and then back down again. This man who had such control over her desires was completely at her mercy. She looked up at his handsome face, his eyes closed and his lips parted.
She continued to watch him as she placed a kiss in the center of his chest. When she moved to his nipple, Trey sucked in a sharp breath and when she delved lower, he tangled his fingers in her wet hair and groaned. But this time, he wouldn’t allow her to go further.
He pulled her back up along his chest and then took her hand and led her over to the front steps of the cottage. Gently, Trey sat her down on the top step, while he knelt below her. His hand slid down her belly and his fingers found the soft folds between her legs, now slick with her desire.
Sophie had been with enough men to know exactly what he wanted. She leaned back, turning her face up into the rain that poured off the porch roof onto them both. And when his tongue continued what his fingers had begun, Sophie moaned out loud.
She knew he was watching her, knew that everything he did to her was designed to end in absolute pleasure and shattering release. He teased and tempted her, learning by her reactions what she liked best. And when she seemed to move close to the edge, he slowed his seduction.
Minute by minute, he brought her ever nearer before dragging her back, until her eyes were hazy with desire and her breath was quick and shallow.
“Oh God, what are you doing to me?” she whispered. She tangled her fingers in his wet hair, pulling him along her body until their mouths met. He was still hard and his shaft teased at the spot between her legs, rubbing back and forth until she was desperate to have him inside her.
Sophie was stunned at how quickly it came upon her. One moment, she was running her hands over his back, and the next, she was writhing beneath him. The spasm came hard and fast and she pulled his hips against hers as she dissolved into her orgasm. A moment later, he joined her, his essence warm and sticky between them both.
When they’d both floated back down to reality, Sophie reached between their bodies and touched him again. Trey sucked in a sharp breath. “Stop,” he begged. “Sophie, stop.”
She did as he asked, tossing her hair back from her face to look up at him. She waited for a long moment, watching him regain control over his senses. He shifted his weight and sat down beside her on the steps, stretching his arms over his head and moaning softly.
The rain had begun to subside and the air was fresh and cool for the moment. His fingers ran through her hair and Trey pulled her into a deep kiss, his mouth possessing hers, leaving her breathless. The kiss spun out into one long, delicious ending. A few moments later, Trey opened his eyes. A grin curled the corners of his mouth. “That was…incredible.”
Sophie reached down to touch him again. “It was?”
He moaned, grabbing her hand to stop her teasing. “You know those questions they ask, about the three things you’d want on a deserted island?”
“Yes,” Sophie replied.
“I could never decide what I’d take. There were too many things that I thought were necessary. But now that I’m here, I know exactly what I’d need.”
“Food and water?”
He shook his head. “We have that here.”
“What then?”
“You. You’d be on the top of my list.”
“Any woman? Or me specifically?”
“I’m pretty sure it would have to be you.”
“What else?” she asked, now curious about his answers.
“Condoms,” he said. “An unlimited supply. So we’d never have to keep ourselves from doing anything.”
“What, are you going to have them air-dropped? How many would you need?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe three a day. About a thousand a year. Taking into account the average life span, I’d say we’d need fifty thousand, just to be safe.”
“And what else?” Sophie asked. “Besides a warehouse to store them in?”
“A good fishing pole,” he said after a few moments of thought. “With all that sex, I think I’d need some protein every now and then.” Trey reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “And what would you take?”
“I don’t know. I never thought about it. Probably an airplane, so I could get off the island when I wanted.”
Trey frowned. “But that’s not following the rules.”
“I’ve lived on a little island, not much different than this one, for my entire life,” Sophie said. “Sooner or later, it will make you crazy.”
Trey sat up and raked his hands through his damp hair, a frown wrinkling his brow. “It can’t be that bad.”
“It’s easy for you to romanticize all of this,” she said, pushing up beside him. “The warm breezes and the blue ocean, the white sand and the beautiful flowers. The naked women. And it will be interesting for a week or two. But then, like all the tourists, you’ll grow bored and go home. I can’t go home. This
“Is it that bad?” Trey asked.
She shrugged. “I just wish I had a choice, to stay or go.”
“I’ll help you, Sophie,” he offered. “When we get off this island, I’ll buy you a ticket. You can go anywhere you want, just name it.”
Sophie shook her head. “My father won’t leave. And I can’t leave him alone, with his eyesight so bad. He doesn’t have anyone else to take care of him or the business.”
“Then we’ll make sure he can take care of himself. I’ll find him a good doctor. I don’t care how much it costs. I owe you something for this mess I’ve put you in. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Maybe. But the plane might have gone down somewhere else, somewhere a lot less fortunate than this place. Somewhere without a nice big lagoon to land in.” Sophie smiled at him then dropped a grateful kiss on his lips. “It’s a nice fantasy,” she said. “But fantasies don’t always come true.”
Sophie pushed to her feet and walked out toward the lagoon. She picked up the discarded pareu, shook it out and wrapped it around her body, knotting it beneath her arm. Funny how every time they were intimate, it left her feeling more vulnerable.
Though it was just a silly answer to a silly question, Sophie couldn’t help but wonder if island life might be tolerable with Trey at her side. Was she really looking for an adventure of her own? She’d always believed the empty spot inside her would be filled by an exciting career in a glamorous city. She’d never even considered it might be filled by a man.
“Now that the rain has stopped, we should try to get the fire started,” she suggested, turning back to him.
Trey watched her, his expression inscrutable. “Just give me a few minutes to recover.”
Sophie turned and wandered to the edge of the lagoon. She stared into the water, watching a small school of fish dart back and forth. She pressed her palm to her heart, feeling the ache of emotion there.
After her mother had left, Sophie’s dreams about love and happiness had been put aside. How could she possibly let a man into her heart if there was a chance he might break it into a thousand pieces? She had a big empty spot that love could have filled. But if she wasn’t willing to allow herself that emotion, she’d have to fill that spot with something else. But what?
5
THE HUMIDITY HUNG IN the late-afternoon air and the breeze had disappeared, leaving a strange stillness over Suaneva.
Trey sat on the top step of the porch, his gaze fixed on the plane on the far side of the lagoon. Just minutes before, he’d thought he heard the sound of an engine overhead. It was strange to be so close to rescue, yet so incredibly far away.
He and Sophie were alone on this island until someone came looking for them. And though it had proved to be an interesting adventure so far, Trey had to wonder what would happen when it was over. If it was
