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Her face flushes innocently.

“God no,” She lets go of me and steps away, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “I…don’t know why I did that?”

“Umm, are you sure? Not with Mr. Coldwell or Zane?”

“No,” she says sharply.

“Luv, you ejaculated, it isn’t piss,” I say, holding my hand out to her. She hesitates but comes forward to smell my hand.

“I can’t smell anything.”

“No?” I say and smirk at her. “I can. It’s not urine, but it does smell sweet. You have lovely cum.”

A slight grin cracks through her grimace.

“How many guys have you slept with before?”

She looks at me sheepishly.

“Not many,” she says as I reach out and drag her to me.

“What’s not many?” I ask curiously.

“Like, all the way?” she asks, and I nod, “Three.”

“That includes the two on the island?” I ask, trying not to act surprised.

“Uhm, yes.”

I press my lips against hers, the brief contact sending a spark of warmth coursing through me. “Lie down for me, Eve,” I whisper softly, my voice a tender caress on a tranquil night.

Taking a step back, I begin to shed my own layers, removing my shirt and then my t-shirt with deliberate movements. I lay them across the ground for her to lie down on and stand up to face her. She rakes her gaze against my bare torso with a kind of fire in her gaze no woman has ever given me.

Chapter 18

I’m not sure what’sgot me fluttering and swooning with excitement first. Byron’s gentlemanly gesture for making sure I don’t lie on the bare ground or the sculpted torso, and he’s suddenly unclothed.

Sure, this isn’t the first time I see him without a shirt, but when we bathed at the lagoon, I made an effort not to stare. But now that I’m about to embark on this romantic liaison with him, I’m seeing him in a light that casts a different set of emotions.

The moonlight shining brightly through the tall trees in the jungle allows my eyes to freely travel over Byron’s torso, revealing his form in stark relief against the dark night. I can’t help but appreciate the understated strength that defines him. His chest is firm and well-defined, with just a hint of muscle beneath the smooth expanse of his skin. There’s a natural symmetry to his form, each curve and contour sculpted with care and precision.

His arms, while not bulky, possess a quiet strength that speaks volumes. The muscles ripple beneath his skin as he moves, are lean and sinewy, yet with a subtle definition that hints at their underlying power.

There’s a grace to his movements, a fluidity that contradicts the strength that lies beneath. As my eyes trace the lines of his chest, a sense of admiration washes over me. Here is a man who takes pride in his body, not for the sake of vanity, but as a reflection of his dedication and commitment to his own well-being. There’s no doubt in my mind about Byron working out.

Stepping back, I sit down on the makeshift covering he’s put down, realizing I’m still partially nude, yet not feelingan ounce of discomfort. One glance up at his tented pelvis, and I know instantly that he’s aroused watching me, so I go to tug my jeans down.

“No!” he says, kneeling down and taking a firm hold of my hands to stop me. I search his face for answers.

“I’m going to unwrap you, darling,” he says quietly, and the need in his voice is evident.

He releases my hands, and I lean my back toward the ground and feel him remove my sneakers and socks. He then grabs hold of either side of my jeans, excitement flowing through me as if this is my first time.

It is with him, and I’m guessing this is his first with anyone. But I’m not just anyone to him, not after how he’s declared how much he wants to be mine, even after this adventure.

And I hold back the sadness that threatens to unleash inside me, knowing that when I leave this island, I’m aware of what my parents probably have in store for me. These men will become just a wonderful memory, a heartache, and a longing for what could have been.

I bite back these gloomy thoughts and focus on what this gorgeous, hot man is doing as he tugs the jeans together with my panties down my thighs, revealing myself to him, his eyes directly on my core, opening wide as he licks his lips.

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