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  She waited for him to continue. Finally, when it was clear he was finished, she wrinkled her nose. “Is that all? Polo?"

  "Air conditioning and indoor plumbing would be nice. And maybe a soft mattress—they're better for making love."

  Not expecting a statement like that, she coughed.

  "W-we could play polo here. Water polo?” She scanned the forest. “Bamboo will float.” Pointing to a nearby bamboo grove, she said, “Get us a couple of poles and you can teach me to play."

  While he went off to make polo sticks, she amused herself sliding down the waterfall. Moss covered rocks made the ride almost smooth. “You should try this!” she yelled over the deafening water. “It's a blast."

  Laying the sticks on the shore, he swam over to her and climbed half way up the falls and slid down. “Stellar!"

  After several turns sliding, he waited for her at the bottom of the falls. Catching her before she knew what he was up to, he swung her around, buoyed, by the pool.

  She'd never had so much fun or been so carefree. “I think this is the best time I've ever had."

  "Me, too.” He grinned lopsidedly, and his chin dimpled. “You know, some things are better on the island than they are back home."

  "Such as?” Curiosity assailed her and her toes curled in anticipation.

  "This natural slide for one. Swinging through the jungle on vines, for two.” His gaze smouldered as it lowered to her ample cleavage and lingered. “We could skinny dip or go au naturel as much as we like and no one would complain or even know."

  Completely flushed and aroused at the thought of being naked with him again, she averted her eyes, unable to let him see how deeply his words affected her. Visions of their passionate encounter teased her, making her juices flow. “Your fiancée will hate us."

  "What if we're never found, never rescued?” Gently said, the words still caused her to look up at him in alarm. “I can't keep denying my attraction to you. My hunger for you. We've been here over two months. We've got to face the fact we may never be rescued."

  Captivated, she gulped but didn't flinch when he traced the rose heaving on her chest. Molten lava blazed where he touched her. The flames that started in her breast, rampaged down to her belly, to her pussy.

  "I'm dying to see the whole rose.” The pad of his thumb caressed the tattoo, driving her to the brink of insanity. “Can I see it again, Katie?"

  Closing her eyes to savour the ecstasy of his touch, she nodded as she murmured a simple, “Yes.” Moans rose in her throat when he lifted her top over her head, allowing her breasts to swing free under the sun's warming rays. His gaze blazed on her naked breasts and he dipped his head so that his sandpapery tongue lathered the tattoo, following the stem to her nipple. This time, he took his time, worshipping her, building the fire slowly.

  Arching her back, she pushed her breast into his mouth, delighting when he moaned.

  His cock ground against the juncture of her legs as he worshipped first one throbbing breast and then the other. Rubbing her peaked nipple with one hand, he sought her pussy with the other sliding a finger inside.

  A seething mass of emotions, she yearned to feel all of him. Pushing down on his trunks, she whispered huskily, “Lose the shorts."

  In two swift motions, he'd peeled his shorts off and flung them ashore. Without waiting for an invitation, he stripped her of all material and tossed them over his head. Rapture fogged his eyes. “You're so very beautiful."

  She smiled seductively, and linked her fingers through his. She tugged his hand and waded toward shore.

  He pulled her back against him, his arousal long and hard, and throbbing, pressed against her belly. “Uh-uh. I have a better idea."

  "How much better?” She squirmed against him, feathering her nipples over his furry chest. Incredibly erotic, she shuddered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure and anticipation rippled through her.

  He leaned forward, and crushed her to him, capturing and parting her lips beneath his own. His tongue demanded entry and delved deeply inside, mating with hers until all coherent thought fled. He spanned her waist with his hands, and lifted her high, poising her on the tip of his hot, velvety shaft.

  Her muscles contracted wildly, silently screaming for fulfilment. But he held her there for several moments, rubbing against her, taunting her.

  "Stop torturing me. I want you ... I need you.” Had she really uttered the last three words? Curling her arms around his neck, she pushed down as he thrust deep, in a long, smooth stroke. Screams erupted from deep inside her, as she rode him swift and hard, taking him as deeply as she could.

  He thrust into her powerfully, his steady rhythm dissolving as his desperation increased.

  The thought that they had no protection, that there was none on the island even if they had pre-planned this coupling, flitted through her mind. Dismissing her worries, as the chances of a pregnancy resulting from a one-time mating was astronomical, she gave herself to him completely. Besides, it was already too late.

  Seconds later, he plunged all of him inside her and shuddered. “Baby, you're so hot and wet,” he muttered as he bent his head to nibble her pebbled nipples. He suckled hard, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth.

  On the brink of her final crescendo, she moaned and writhed against him, sliding up and down frantically on his slick shaft. The wildfire flamed out of control in her belly, consuming her. “Help me. I'm almost there.” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, abandoning herself to his bewitchment, giving her heart to him completely.

  Excited again, he met her thrust for thrust until fireworks exploded for both of them in a blazing glory.

  Satiated, he carried her to shore, her legs still wrapped around his back, his manhood still filling her, her head nestled on his shoulder. “You're amazing. That was incredible."

  "No regrets?” She lifted her head, gazing deeply into his eyes, deeply troubled. Would he feel guilty now and would it ruin their tenuous friendship? Sex changed things, especially with a friend. Women tended to fall in love whereas men separated afterwards.

  "No regrets.” His voice was soft and gentle as he smiled at her, and nuzzled her neck with his lips.

  She sucked in a scorched breath. Again, she'd lost her senses and forgot the unforgettable. “But your fiancée?"

  "She's in another world, another time. You and I are the only two people in the universe.” He brushed her lips with his and then sucked her lower lip into his mouth, making her melt closer against him.

  After they'd kissed passionately again, he came up for air. “Face it, Katydids. This island may be our destiny. We're Adam and Eve."

  He dropped a kiss on her brow. When they reached shore, he lowered her to her feet and when she started to redress, he said a sultry, “No. Indulge me my fantasy tonight. No modesty. No fig leaves. Let my eyes adore you in the moonlight."

  She hadn't guessed that he had the heart of a poet. “And mine adore you."

  As he gazed at her pert sun kissed breasts, his cock throbbed at full mast. He held out his hand to her, and pulled her close. “You're a fire in my blood. I can't resist you any longer."

  Nor did she want him to. Sinking to the grass, she pulled him on top of her and spread her legs wide, welcoming him. “Then don't. Just love me."

  "Oh, baby. I don't think I can stop if I wanted to. And I don't want to."

  * * * *

  "Where'd you learn karate?” Scott let his gaze rake over Katie's deceptively delicate figure. Touching her toes, she provided him with an excellent view of her cleavage that all but spilled out of her shirt and from which he couldn't tear his gaze. In response, his groin tightened. If it weren't for the possibility of sunburn, he'd suggest she go topless all the time. After all, they should have some perks living on a deserted island.

  She bounced up with a piercing glare and a slight scowl. “You see, one day when I was wondering through the sewers, I was attacked by a horrible monster and a ninja master rescued me. He took me under
his wing, taught me everything he knew, and then set me loose on an unsuspecting world."

  Neither her features nor her voice betrayed any hint of deception, yet he frowned and crossed his arms over his chest and quirked his brow at her. “I'd sooner buy hurricane insurance in Omaha than swallow that malarkey."

  She plopped to the ground, spread her legs wide and stretched toward her feet. “Then don't ask stupid questions.” She patted the ground beside her, she ordered in a stern voice. “Warm up."

  He dropped down beside her, tried to comply, but found the male anatomy didn't move quite so freely as hers. Especially not with a full blown erection.

  She clucked her tongue, and shot him a derisive glance. “Not that way. Open your legs farther apart.” Without warning, she leaned over him and started to spread his legs manually. But she stopped short, her eyes widening and she gulped when her glance strayed to the bulge between his thighs. Closing his legs, she patted his calf and moved back a couple of feet. “Uh—I guess that wasn't such a good idea. Maybe we should postpone your lesson until a better time."

  But the urge to touch her, to hold her became a gnawing need and he closed the gap between them. “That depends on what you're referring to.” Syrup coated his voice as unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers, noting how she trembled beneath him. She wasn't immune to him any more than he was immune to her. Releasing her lips after the brief caress, he sat back and let his gaze roam over her perfect body. He reached out and touched his fingertip to the rose on the swell of those incredibly delicious breasts but he was frustrated by material barring his view of the rest of the flower and where it led. Curiosity made him ask, “Why do you have a tattoo in such a tantalizing place? Didn't it hurt?” Temptation proved too much and he bent his head to kiss the tender, burning flesh. His tongue flickered inside the loose shirt as far as it could reach.

  She arched against him, moaning, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him.

  Her husky whisper tickled his ear and it was his turn to shiver. “We can't do this again. We—must—stop. You're engaged."

  Her words made him pause to search his heart. No traces of Julia lingered, but Katie made it pound furiously. No matter what happened, Katie was his destiny. “I don't love her. I thought I did, but now I know I don't. She's probably given me up for dead by now.” Punctuating his words with kisses, he worked his lips up her creamy throat, to her jaw, and then to her lips that he captured with fervour. Winding his fingers through the thick hair at the base of her neck, he plunged her lips with his, tasting her exquisite flavour. “I've fallen in love with you, Katydids. All I want to do is kiss you and touch you and make love to you every minute of the day. You're a fire in my blood. Whether we stay or get rescued, I choose you.” He yearned to suckle her nipple, to taste its honey, to make her flame with the same passion that would destroy him if not assuaged this minute, he clasped the bottom rim of her tunic and let his thumb caress the under swell of her breasts. Heavy and heaving, they tempted him unmercifully so that he could hardly breathe. “May I take this off?"

  Nodding, her eyes wide and dark with passion, she lifted her arms high toward the sun, not only giving him silent permission, but thrusting her chest forward. The fact that she'd stopped wearing a bra since their arrival on the island, made him rejoice for it saved him precious seconds fumbling with annoying clasps, seconds better spent adoring her beauty and pleasuring her.

  "Are you sure?” Uncertainty laced her voice, stopping him as he went to nibble her nipple.

  Straightening, he gazed into her soulful eyes.

  "Sure that I love you? That I want to make love to you and never stop?"

  She bit her lower lip, looking absolutely adorable but scared, which wasn't like her. “Are you sure you don't love her? You're not just horny? Do you really choose me?"

  God, he was horny, and it took considerable restraint to restrain himself this long, when every cell of his body ached for her. But his feelings for her went way beyond carnal lust and he feared he couldn't live without her. “I love you. Only you.” Cupping her cheek with his palm, he demanded, “Marry me."

  * * * *

  Katie almost fainted in Scott's arms. Delusion must have set in. Maybe she'd ingested a poisonous or thought-altering fruit. “Marry you? You want to marry me?"

  A roguish smile curved his chiselled lips, lips she'd come to adore. “I don't generally say those words in jest. They're far too precious."

  Reeling, she couldn't help but splutter even as wildfire licked up her spine and through her veins as he rubbed his furry chest against her nipples, teasing them unmercifully. It was almost impossible to force her thoughts into order as he assaulted her senses, but she did—barely. “But your family. Won't they hate me?"

  "Why should they matter? You'll be in my bed, bearing my children, not theirs.” He continued to tantalize her beyond all rational thought as he pressed a little harder against her and slipped his hand to the inside of her thighs, caressing her heated flesh. “Besides, they're not even here."

  He slid a finger inside her panties, sought her heat, and then divested her of the scrappy material. When he dipped his head and kissed her quivering pink flesh she spread her legs wide to him moaning in ecstasy and begged him not to stop.

  Glorious sensations rippled through her, and greedily, she longed to feel more of his incredible body. She tugged at his shoulders, beckoning him to take her. She wondered about the advisability of raising children on a deserted island, and voiced her worries. “Are you sure you want children? Here?"

  "Oh, we'll have lots of them, I'm sure. Unless you prefer to stay celibate the rest of our lives.” Deep laughter rumbled in his chest as he nuzzled her neck and worked his way down to her breasts. “We don't exactly have any birth control here and I can't keep my hands off your luscious body.” On a more serious note, he asked, “Don't you want my children? Don't you want to feel my babies growing inside you?” His husky voice, and the visions he planted in her mind, were her undoing. “Who knows,” he whispered seductively, “my child could already be growing inside you."

  How right he was, or so she suspected, just not enough to confirm his suspicions and so she stayed silent. She couldn't exactly run down to the pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test, but nausea visited her each morning of late and sometimes even in the evening, while as yet, her monthly hadn't. Sometimes weakness overcame her for no apparent reason. But she'd hidden this from Scott so as not to worry him. “Desperately."

  It took all her dwindling strength not to worship him with her kisses. “But we can't get married. We have no priest.” The knowledge saddened her. She longed to be his wife, to cleave to him forever more and to bear as many of his children as were sent to them.

  "Then we'll marry each other and let God seal us. What man can deny His power?"

  "Would we truly be married?” She prayed he was right as she wanted it so desperately. Even if she couldn't resist him. She was his, body, mind, and soul. And her children would be his.

  He nodded and then crushed her to his chest, moulding her to him in a perfect fit. “Completely and forever.” His lips coaxed hers to part, as he thrust inside her. “Let me love and cherish you, forever. Say you'll be mine."

  "Just don't ever stop."

  "Is that a yes? Will you marry me?"

  "Try to stop me, mister. Just don't ever renege or you'll break my heart.” She lifted her hips for him to strip her skirt and panties away and then divested him of his clothing, flinging them into the bushes. Her fire out of control, she guided his hot cock inside her and writhed under his masterful thrusts, giving herself completely to him, exulting in her all-consuming need.

  His cock filled her, stretched her, and shot ecstasy through her. She pushed at his hip and smiled until he rolled onto his back, carrying her with him.

  Clamping her pussy around his cock, she claimed it for her own. Sliding up and down, gyrating wildly, she rode him. Her breasts swung
freely above him, her nipples grazing his chest.

  He reached up and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Leaning forward, he flicked first one then the other nipple with his tongue.

  She needed him so much, was falling in love with him so deeply, she feared what would happen if rescue came. She longed to be part of his world, not just now, not just on their remote island, but forever, and in the real world. Just the thought of it brought on an eclipse of her heart and she faltered.

  He frowned. “Something wrong?"

  She was being silly. Paranoid. She had to get over it and take a chance on love. What she'd had with Sam wasn't a hundredth of this wondrous feeling, so her heart had never truly been broken. Pasting a smile on her lips, she leaned down and brushed them across his. “Everything's so very right."

  He flexed his cock inside her, and rolled her onto her back. “Amen!"

  Angry shrieks rent the air, startling her. A furry creature lunged onto them, almost giving her heart failure. Gasping, she leapt to her feet as Scott separated from her abruptly. Ready to battle their attacker, she stopped short when her vision focused and she realised it was only Friday.

  "Get off me, you mangy creature.” Snarling, Scott grabbed for the animal still clinging to his back. “She's mine and I'm going to make monkey stew out of you as soon as I get my hands around your scrawny neck.” He pivoted in a circle, clutching awkwardly behind him, but the chimp avoided him lithely, howling in laughter.

  Now that she knew they were in no danger that her ardour had cooled, she joined in her friend's laughter. “What was that you said earlier about there being no birth control here?"

  "Get this thing off my back.” Scott turned so she could do as he bid. “Tell him you're my girl and to stay on his side of the jungle if he knows what's good for him."

  She held out her arm to Friday and pouted. “But he's my best friend and he's going to be my bridesmaid, aren't you, boy?"

  Friday jumped to her arm and crawled onto her shoulder and jerked his head in on a decisive nod as if agreeing with her. He chattered loudly in her ear and she nodded pretending that she understood.