Stop it, Jules!
“Th-thank you,” I mumble in response. I had to say something. I just didn’t expect it to come out that raspy. Jesus Christ.
When I turn around, there’s a delectable smile on his face … one that could make every girl’s heart stop. Mine did.
“Want me to do it?” he asks.
I nod, practically drooling all over myself at the sight of his abs.
I have to stop being so easy. I’m not easy. I’m ice-cold-bitch Juliet. That girl every man warns his friends about because she’s so difficult and never puts out. That snob who only cares about her job. Or at least, that’s what I believed all these years.
But when I look at him, none of that seems to matter. Maybe I’m not so frigid after all.
I sit down on my seat and prepare the leaves while he preps the fish. We eat together in silence. Neither of us knows what to say, but I prefer it this way. I don’t want to discuss what happened, and I guess neither does he.
When it’s time to go asleep, he blows out all the candles and lies down on the second bed he made while I lie down in his. It feels strange with him not being here, and I keep sniffing the fur because it smells like him. I don’t know why I like the scent … or why I still can’t fall asleep.
Snores erupt from the other side of the room, so it’s obvious I’m the only having trouble. I stare at the ceiling and count some sheep, but none of it works. My head keeps going back to that moment we had in the lake … and how much I didn’t want him to stop.
Is it so bad to be curious?
To be hot for a man you don’t even know?
Even now, when I look at him, all I want is to go to him.
To touch him … or take a peek.
Only two banana leaves prevent my view of his naked body … and I can’t stop thinking about that huge dick I saw back when I was showering in that makeshift cabin.
My mouth waters just thinking about the things he could do with it.
But should I?
My brain must be totally out of it because I’ve already gotten up from my bed. I’m so tired, I don’t even know what I’m doing as I walk over to him and lean over.
My mind goes blank, my self-control completely out the window, as I slowly grasp the banana leaf with two fingers and lift it.
What’s underneath makes me clench my thighs together. I have so many dirty thoughts right now, none of them right … but they’re oh so delicious.
Just like his cock.
My finger can’t help but reach for it. I’m completely mesmerized by him.
But the moment I touch it, it grows.
And oh boy … does it grow.
It’s thick and throbbing even though it’s not even completely hard yet, just a semi.
I gently touch it again, too curious to stop myself as I do something I never thought I’d do.
That is … until I spot two eyes watching me.
And my hand … firmly wrapped around his cock.
Fuck.
Chapter Fourteen
Accompanying Song: “Again” by Noah Cyrus
Juliet
I flinch and jolt back, dismayed that he caught me fondling him.
What did I do? Why did I do this?
Oh god … I feel so bad.
My cheeks flush as I stumble backward. He sits up straight, staring back at me unapologetically. He doesn’t even seem fazed, despite the fact his dick is still hard … and pointing upward underneath the banana leaf.
And it’s all my doing.
You actually fucking fondled him, Jules. What the hell is wrong with you?
Since when did you turn into a goddamn pervert?
I feel so wrong. So wrong.
I shake my head and mumble, “I’m sorry.”
He cocks his head and rises from the bed slowly, waltzing toward me.
I brace myself against the wall as he approaches, my head turned to the side. I close my eyes, waiting for punishment. Will he tie me up again? Lock me up in the pit? Or worse, hurt me?
But he doesn’t do that.
Not any of that.
Because as I hold my breath, awaiting his move … he kisses me.
Right on my neck.
My eyes spring open only to meet his, the same hunger from before flashing in his eyes.
His tongue darts out to lick his lips.
Another kiss follows … right below the first one.
My breath hitches in my throat as he keeps adding more.
He places a hand right beside me on the wooden wall, trapping me. His other hand snakes up my torso. His kisses are equally soft as they are sinful, and I can’t help but let go at the moment.
He grabs my breast and squeezes.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t fucking breathe.
His next kiss on my collarbone has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.