She’s like an angel coming toward me, and I know it’s bad timing. But I can’t fucking help it. My leg is in trouble – but so is Rosalie.
I pull her to me as she drops down at my side, and I lift that sweet chin of hers, making sure her pink lips find mine.
5
Rosalie
When Rock’s lips meet mine, I feel a jolt of desire wind up my body and wrap around my heart – and it scares me. To feel so much in a moment. I pull away.
It’s a good thing I do, because a split-second later his head falls back, his body slumping to the ground.
“Oh, God,” I groan, not knowing what to do. How to do this. He’s passed out and I’m the only one on earth who can help.
Why did I study English when a nursing degree would really be a lot more beneficial? Comma placements are useless in the wilderness.
The tiger Rock shot is dead, ten feet away, and I hate the idea of another predator coming close when Rock is not yet conscious.
I need to stop the bleeding – that is the first thing. I rush to the cave and find strips of cloth – what look like pieces of an old flannel shirt – and a small first aid kit. The gash on his leg is several inches long and the supplies in the kit won’t do a darn thing.
Groaning, I grab the water bottle and race back to him. “Here, drink this,” I tell him. “Come on, you can do this.”
But his eyes don’t flutter and so I focus on the wound. I press the fabric to it tightly, praying that it helps stop the bleeding. “Wake up, Rock. I need you. You got this.”
Tears blur my vision as I hold tight to the gash, wanting Rock to come back to consciousness.
Minutes pass, longer. The sun rises, the jungle wakes up around me, but my focus stays on Rock.
Eventually the bleeding lessens, and I’m able to clean the wound, wringing out the blood, and then I wrap his shin in the flannel, thankful to have the cloth at all. I walk to the pond, rinsing off my hands and refilling his water bottle under the waterfall. My body shakes, terror coursing through me, feeling so lonely and vulnerable without Rock alert and able to protect me. I drink the entire thing, needing to stay hydrated and alert, before refilling it and returning to Rock.
He is such a big man, strong and sturdy, and I know he’d hate the idea of being out cold. I need him to wake up. Tears fill my eyes as I squeeze his hand. “Come on, Rock, wake up.”
Thinking of the jolt of fire that went through me when his lips met mine, I decide to try it myself, to see if it might wake him up.
I lean over him, brushing back his long, thick hair. His eyelashes are long, his beard thick, his smell so masculine and alluring. My body warms as I take in his broad shoulders and chiseled abdomen, knowing he is not the kind of man I have ever been around. I’ve never dated seriously – only random blind dates and setups from well-meaning friends and family. I’m a nerd who feels safest behind the pages of a book – but there is nothing to hide behind here. Everything is out in the open.
I press my lips to Rock’s, sinking into them, wanting to light that spark inside him – but it’s me that is lit. God, it feels good to be so close to him.
My hands are on either side of his face, and when his lips part and his tongue finds mine, I whimper at the heat rising within me.
His hands move down my backside, reaching for my ass, and when my eyes jolt open, his eyes are open too.
I pull back. “You’re awake!”
“I sure as hell am.”
I scramble off of him, realizing that mid-kiss I’d mounted him, straddling this hulk as if he was my prey.
Mortified, I press my hand to my mouth. “I was trying to wake you up. You passed out after the tiger clawed you.”
He grins. “You cleaned me up?” He looks down at the bandage on his leg.
“I did my best.”
“And you thought kissing me might get my attention?”
I nod. “I wasn’t trying to, like, make a move, I was just…” My words trail off as I take in all of Rock. Under his loincloth I see the outline of his cock – long and thick and hard.
Oh my word.
“Seemed like you were enjoying that kiss,” he says, easing himself up.
Knowing the truth in his words, I take a deep breath. “It worked, so that’s good.”
“Sure did.” He won’t take his eyes off me. “You hungry, Rosie?”
I bite my bottom lip, holding back a moan. Am I hungry? Gosh, I feel starved, but I want something I’ve never had before. Him. A man who is ridiculously cocky with ideas in his head that just won’t do… but it seems like I suddenly have ideas of my own.