“Me either.”
“So, how about we pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist for a while?”
Raketa hated that she almost asked if he really meant it. He did and she knew it.
“Let’s go back now,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I want you so bad it hurts,” he said, rubbing himself against her body.
“I want you too.” Raketa shifted so he was closer to her sex.
“We can’t.”
“Why not?”
He winked. “I didn’t pack the condoms.”
Raketa reached over to where she’d left her shorts. “I did.”
11
Sex under the waterfall on his island had to have been the single-most sexy, exhilarating, erotic thing Gunner had ever done. As he led Raketa through the trees, the thought had occurred to him, until he realized he hadn’t brought any condoms with him. That she had was practically like…winning a million bucks.
She was quiet on the walk back to the house, but he didn’t feel as though things were awkward between them. The silence felt natural.
“Hungry?” he asked when they walked inside.
Raketa had been looking out the window but turned to look at him and shrugged. “Are you?”
“You don’t eat enough.”
She chuckled, sort of. “That would’ve been the appropriate answer if I’d asked why you asked if I’m hungry.”
Gunner smiled. “No, Rocket Girl, I’m not hungry.”
She smiled too. “Why did you say I don’t eat enough?”
Gunner moved closer and put his hands on her waist. “Because I can feel your bones.”
A pained look flashed on her face.
“What did I say?”
“Food wasn’t always…plentiful.”
Gunner nodded. “If I asked you to tell me about your life would you think it’s because I’m interested or because I’m trying to get information?”
Raketa sat down at the kitchen table. “It isn’t a very interesting story.”
Gunner pulled another of the other chairs closer to her. “Everything about you is interesting to me.”
“I doubt there’s anything I could tell you that you don’t already know.”
She was right, at least after she’d turned eighteen. Prior to that, there was nothing. If he asked about that, though, it would be solely to get information.
“I may know the facts, but I know nothing about what you were like, how you felt, what your life was actually like.”