Illusion (Swept Away 1)

“I didn’t touch him. I swear to God. I haven’t done anything to him.”

“So why haven’t we gone to look for him?”

“I promise we’ll go later today. I don’t know why we haven’t gone as yet. I guess I’ve just enjoyed spending time with you.”

“How are we going to get off of this island, Jakob?” My voice cracked. “I don’t know what we’re going to do.”

“Where there is a will, there is a way.”

“That’s not tangible. I don’t see how that helps me—us.” I was starting to panic and I took a couple of deep breaths. “I think I need to relax. What were you saying about a bath?”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a river somewhere close by. I heard running water when I went to pick the fruit.”

“Oh.” I made a face. “I don’t know if I want to go back into the jungle.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Besides the fact that there might be a psychopath on the island with us.”

“I think if he wanted to kill us, we’d be dead by now. And we don’t know that he’s a psycho.”

“That’s comforting.” I bit my lower lip as I shivered and cuddled up next to him.

“Don’t be scared, Bianca. Come on, let’s go. I think we’ll both benefit from a nice dip in some non-salt water.”

“Okay. You’re going to massage me, right?”

“Try to stop me.”

“Can I ask you a question, Jakob? If you grew up poor, and you never knew your father, how did you make your money? Is it all legitimate?”

“Just through business, like I said.” His voice was short, and he jumped up. “I need to go wash this salt water and sweat off my skin. We can talk more as we bathe if you want.”

“You’d leave me here by myself if I said I didn’t want to go?”

“I thought you felt safe on the beach.”

“I feel safer being with you,” I acknowledged lightly.

“I see.” He grinned and pulled me up to join him. “I’m happy to hear that.” His arms went around my waist, and I stepped toward him so that my breasts were crushed against his chest. His fingers fell to my ass and cupped my butt cheeks. “Don’t you want to feel fresh and clean as well?”

“Are you saying I smell?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he chuckled.

“I wouldn’t kick you out of bed, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No, that’s not what I was asking.” My hands reached up around his neck, and I pressed myself into him, enjoying the warmth of his body next to mine.

“I think I saw some yucca plants when I was gathering bananas.”

“Okay?” I waited for him to continue. “And?”

“If I recall correctly, the yucca root can be used as a natural soap, and so can the leaves if we rub them with some rocks a little bit to release their oozy gooeyness.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I groaned and touched my hair. “I’d love to shampoo my hair. I must look a right mess.”

“You look beautiful.” He gazed into my eyes without smiling. My breath caught as he leaned down to kiss me hard. His hands pushed me against him hard and slid up to fondle my breasts while his hardness moved against my stomach. My mouth opened slowly to let his tongue in, and I wasn’t disappointed when I finally felt our tongues collide in a game of absolute passion. I melted against him as he sucked on my tongue, alternating between a soft feathery suction and a harder, more arduous action.

“Jakob.” I pulled away from him, feeling slightly mesmerized by him. “Let’s go find that waterfall.”

“Oh?” His eyes jumped in happiness and I laughed happily at his excitement.

“You’re still willing to give me a massage?” I smiled up at him shyly, knowing that I was ready for the massage to lead to more.

“Yes.” He grinned. “If you’ll let me give you a full-service massage.”

“What’s a full-service massage?” I asked innocently, though my body was burning up at the places my thoughts were going.

“A naked massage.”

“I’m practically naked already.”

“There’s one very important piece of clothing that needs to be removed.” His fingers fell to the top of my panties, and his thumb traced my belly along the top of my underwear.

“If the massage is good, I think that can be arranged.” I winked at him, and he burst out laughing.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you.”

“Well, you know.” I licked my lips. “When in Rome.” I stared at his lips and then his chest and reached down and ran my fingers over his abs. It was unfair that his body was so perfect. In comparison, I felt slightly nervous and unsure. I definitely didn’t have defined abs or a picture-perfect body.

“What’s wrong?” He frowned as he stared at me.

“What do you mean?”

“Your expression changed.”

“Wow, you’re perceptive.”

“Are you nervous? Am I moving too fast for you?”

“No.” I shook my head and looked down. “I was just thinking how perfect your body is and how I could stand to lose a pound or twenty.”

“You’d be a stick if you lost any weight.”