Addicted

It's been a week or so. Slow your roll.

But thanks to Emily needing me to stay behind a few weeks, and my mom and dad wanting me to leave a few weeks early, I only had a short time left.

A short time to relax and have fun. To meet new people. Not to fall for some random guy.

Definitely not this guy.

"Oh my God," a girl yelled from across the street as she jogged toward us. It was the blonde from the day before that Brody had in his lap in the boat. "Is he..."

"He's okay. He was in the kayak again." Brody turned the boy over to the blonde and moved over toward me. I rose to my feet and reached out, wrapping him in a hug from the side before I could think too much about it.

"Shit. Thank you so much, Brody. I shouldn't have left him." The poor girl was shaking, but we all were.

"It's no problem, but I wouldn't leave him alone in the lake again. He doesn't weigh enough to keep that thing upright when the wind blows as hard as it does out here." He wrapped his arms around me, but continued to focus on her.

"Okay. Thanks." She didn't comment on the two of us or really even look my way, which was a little strange, but the trauma of almost losing her brother was most likely too much as it were.

"You okay?" He rubbed my back and pressed his lips to the top of my head.

"Yeah. Damn, that was scary." I pulled back a little to look up at him. "You totally saved that kid's life."

"For the second time in a weekend, actually." He rolled his eyes. "That's why Veronica was with me on the boat. I saved the kid yesterday morning and she wanted a ride out to the island after that."

"What kind of ride?" I gave him a cheeky grin, trying my best to pull us from thinking about the horror of the kid almost dying.

"On the boat. I already told you that you've fucked up my curiosity for other women." He touched the side of my face and smiled. "Come on; we just had a horrible experience. We should make out all afternoon to burn it from our minds."

I laughed. "I've ruined your curiosity? So, now what? You steal my heart by working my body and then move onto the next victim?"

Some part of me was only teasing him, but there was validity to my question, as well. I'd not be the needy, clingy girl that wanted more of him should he walk away from whatever was starting between us, but I wasn't climbing in bed with him just yet—or I hoped I wasn't.

"I wish it worked like that." He leaned down and kissed me hard, opening his mouth and sliding his hands down my back slowly.

He tasted like mango. I licked at his mouth as he deepened the kiss, causing the world to fade and my mind to wander into dark corners filled with lusty expectations.

"See?" He pulled back, breathing hard. "I'm feeling better already."

"Me, too." I glanced across the street. "No sex. I'm not ready for that yet."

"What are you, a virgin?" He smirked and took my hand, tugging at it as we jogged across the road and headed for his cabin.

"You wish." I moved up beside him as he opened the door and we walked in.

Daniel and Derek were laid out on the couch asleep, and Clay was standing in the kitchen with his back to the counter, laughing as he spoke to someone on the phone.

I had one guess for who it might be.

He glanced over at me. "Yeah. She's here. She's still alive and actually looks happy."

"Come on. Show me your room." I looked back at Brody and smiled.

"Yeah?" He moved past me and pulled me down the hall with him.

Clay walked up behind us and stopped at the door, pressing his hand to it. "What are you guys doing?"

"Making out." Brody pushed at the door as I sat down on the edge of his bed, breathing in the smell of him. Every cell in my body lit on fire. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to lay in his bed and hope that all we were going to do was make out. I already wanted more and we'd yet to start.

"No." He shook his head and walked into the room. "Emily said no."