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She was almost too beautiful for words.

“That was—wow,” she said, smiling. She stretched her arms above her head, basking in the sunshine, and Noah loved that she wasn’t shying away from him. That she was she letting him admire her spectacular body.

“I could do it again,” he said, smirking.

“Go down on me? Hell no. I think I need a few hours to recover. Days even.”

Noah chuckled as he sat beside her, lightly running his hand over her smooth skin. His gaze fell on her bare pussy lips, and he lightly brushed his fingertips over her sex. “I love that you’re bare here. You taste even better than I imagined.”

Her gaze locked with his. “And I loved your mouth on me.”

She started to sit up, and he held out a hand to help her, his gaze sweeping over her full breasts. “Can I reciprocate?” she said, her eyes landing on his erection. It strained against his swim trunks, but he wanted this moment to be about her. Her pleasure. Her surrender to him.

Anything else could wait for later.

“Not now, sunshine. Let’s get some breakfast and light that signal fire.”

Chapter 13

Bailey dressed as Noah moved toward the beach to check on the remains of yesterday’s fire. She supposed he’d wanted to give her some privacy to put her bikini back on, but it was amusing and unnecessary since she’d literally been splayed out in front of him, screaming his name.

Maybe the rescuers heard that, she thought wryly.

If it got them home sooner, she should demand a few more screaming orgasms.

That wasn’t exactly how she’d planned to start the day, but holy wow.

The man certainly knew his way around a woman’s body. She’d been with her fair share of guys, so it’s not like she could fault him for that. And in many ways, it worked to her advantage. Noah wasn’t the guy that needed to stop and ask for directions on the way to o-town.

He delivered exactly what he’d promised—having her cry out for him, coming at his expert touch.

She tugged her shorts back on, lamenting that she didn’t have any shoes. Walking around on the beach wasn’t exactly a problem, but she wasn’t sure how far the waterfall was that he’d discovered. Then again, maybe they should just stay right here. What if the rescuers spotted the bonfire and she and Noah were off frolicking through the woods?

She walked over toward him, tucking his sweatshirt back into his backpack.

Noah was poking at the pile of driftwood, frowning. “It’s soaking wet,” he muttered. “Not surprising since it rained all night, but disappointing.”

“They should be out looking for us soon though, right?”

“Absolutely. We still don’t know what happened with Mason and Taylor yesterday, but if they didn’t return the boat, his buddy would’ve notified the Coast Guard. They knew we were out fishing just for the morning. Hopefully they got back safe and sound, and the storm just held up the rescue.”

“So what do we do about the fire?” she asked.

“Hunt for more wood I guess. Or give it a couple of hours to dry out. If we see or hear a helicopter, I can shoot off a flare.”

“Let’s make a sign on the beach,” she said. “You know—like they do in the movies. We can find some seaweed or driftwood and spell out the word ‘help’ in huge letters.”

“Good idea, but I’m worried it might not be big enough to spot from the air.”

“We’ll make it huge,” she said, growing excited. “We can gather the driftwood together. It can be in massive letters right across the sand, taking up a huge portion of the beach.”

“Sunshine, this is low tide,” Noah said gently. “I had to build the bonfire back here so it didn’t get washed away by the incoming tide. Anything we spell out in the open area of beach will be washed away by the ocean.”

“But—” she broke off, her eyes watering. It was silly to cry over something like that. They were already stranded here for goodness sakes. But her idea was so simple and would work if they just had a spot to execute it.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he said, roughly pulling her to him. His muscular arms wrapped around her, and Bailey rested her head against his cotton tee shirt, sniffling for a moment. His large hand ran down her hair, and she felt his lips lightly brush against the top of her head. “We’ll be okay,” he murmured. “They’ll be out looking for us today. We’ll get that fire lit later on. Someone’s bound to fly by eventually.”

“I know,” she said, pulling back and swiping at her tears. He gazed down at her, and her eyes roamed over the dark whiskers of his jaw. The slight bump of his nose. He looked sexy as hell with a slight beard starting, and she probably looked like a raggedy mess.

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