Sarah was wondering how he could switch gears so fast. She closed her eyes to the raspy sound of Clint’s voice, confused at what had happened. Settling back against his hard-on had sent a blast of scorching heat throughout her body, so powerful she’d been helpless to resist. It had no longer mattered who he was, a man who could kill another man in one minute and desire a woman the next. When his strong hands had taken hold of her aching breasts, a rush of liquid fire had swept through her body, demanding he continue.
She’d willingly allowed Clint liberties she didn’t allow most men until after knowing them for a very long time. All that mattered was he’d made her feel alive like never before, pushing her toward the highest pinnacle of pleasure. With shocked disbelief, her eyes had bolted open when he’d left the boat. She’d nearly bitten off her tongue to keep from verbally protesting, mortified at how easy she’d made it for him. Without half-trying, he’d reduced her into a mindless mass of wanton need.
“Give me your hand.”
She realized he mistook her hesitation, giving a prayer of thanks he wasn’t going to make any comment about what had taken place in the raft. Accepting his hand, she let him pull her to her feet and over the side. Before they left the bank, he pulled out his knife and sliced the raft in several places, deflating it. Once it was flat, he rolled it up and tossed it under a bush, covering it with dirt and leaves.
“I guess we won’t need that again.” Damn…is that my shaky voice?
Clint reached for his duffel bag and walked back to her, taking her arm. “If we do, we’re in trouble.” He stared at her for a long moment; making her wonder if he wanted to kiss her. But if he did, he ignored it. “Come on.”
She fell in step behind him when he let go of her. How could he just pretend nothing happened between them? His lack of interest irritated her, causing her words to come out harshly. “Are we going to stop tonight or is it your intention to starve me and push me until I pass out with exhaustion?”
He didn’t bother turning around. “We have another ten minutes before we reach our destination.”
He didn’t mention anything about food. Sarah clamped her mouth shut, determined to keep going if it killed her. Thank God by this time tomorrow she’d be off the island and heading back to civilization. She couldn’t wait to see Susan and make sure she and the boys were all right. Then she was going to the Pantry and gorge herself on their buffet.
It soon became apparent the mountain they were heading for was actually a huge boulder formation, looming like a monster in the darkness against the darkened skyline. As they neared it, Sarah could hear what sounded like running water. A waterfall? Her hopes rose that she might actually have a chance for a shower of sorts. When they came to the base, Clint paused for a moment, looking up as if to gauge its accessibility.
“Home sweet home,” he remarked, beginning to climb the slight incline. The ground was dry and hard, made up of loose rocks and dirt, which made it difficult to find sure footing.
Sarah stopped, glancing up in awe. She’d been sure her ears were deceiving her before, but now she was certain she heard a waterfall. It was a big one by the sound of it. She could feel a light mist falling on her from where she was. She started up the incline behind Clint, excited now and trying to catch up.
“A waterfall!” she gasped with pleasure, struggling to find her footing.
“Give me your hand, it gets steeper as we go.”
Sarah was grateful for the help. “How far do we have to climb?” She stepped on a stone and it rolled out from under her foot causing her to slide, Clint saved her from tumbling down the way they’d come.
“Safety is up. Our hotel room is behind the falls,” he explained, pausing to glance up once in a while to see how far they still had to go.
Behind the falls? Sarah didn’t care if it meant climbing all the way to the top if it meant a chance to get clean again!