Page 29 of Natural Temptation

As we file out onto the tarmac, Rene gives us all a cheeky grin and an exaggerated wink. "Enjoy yourselves, folks. Fiji's full of...delights."

I catch Ryan's eye as he guides us toward a waiting bus. God, I want to hold his hand, to pull him close and...to make him turn that vibrator on again. But he's all business now, efficientlyherding us along. We settle into the bus seats, and just as I think I'm safe, another wave of vibrations hits me. I gasp, drawing concerned looks from my friends.

"Meredith?" Lila asks, touching my arm. "Are you having a hot flash or something?"

I laugh nervously, fanning myself, and lie my ass off. "Must be the tropical heat."

Not sure how I'll survive this intoxicating torture Ryan's putting me through.

The bus lurches forward, and I'm immediately enveloped by the sensory overload of Fiji. I glimpse the endless expanse of turquoise ocean as the salty sea breeze wafts in through the open windows, mingling with the sweet scent of tropical flowers.

"God, it's gorgeous here," I murmur, running my fingers along the smooth velvet of the bus seat.

Lila clutches her hands to her chest, poking her head out the window, and grins. "I can't wait to hit the beach!"

The chatter around me rises and falls like waves, punctuated by bursts of laughter. I close my eyes, letting the sounds of Fiji soothe me. Suddenly, a subtle vibration starts up again, and I'm once again breathless squirming.

"What's up with you today?" Lila asks, concern in her voice. "You're gripping that chair pretty hard, just like on the jet."

I shake my head, feeling my hair brush against my neck. The simple sensation has me biting my lip. "I'm fine, I swear."

As we pull up to the Fiji Museum, I spot Ryan at the front of the group, the picture of professionalism. But I know better now. That man has a naughty streak five miles wide. Inside the museum, I try to focus on the exhibits, but Ryan's teasing hasn't stopped. I'm examining a traditional Fijian war club when he suddenly appears beside me.

"Enjoying the tour?" he asks casually.

I turn to him and feign a scowl. "You're making this tourist excursion very...stimulating."

A ghost of a smile crosses his face. "Good."

Ryan glances around. Then in one swift motion, he pulls me into a hidden alcove. His hand grips my waist possessively, and his lips crash into mine with a wild hunger. I gasp, my lips parting, and he takes advantage of the moment to thrust his tongue into my mouth, tasting me, exploring every millimeter. Ryan Kimble is a consummate kisser. My hands find their way to his shoulders, drawing him closer, our bodies melding together as if we're two puzzle pieces meant to fit together. His other hand roams over my body, squeezing my ass, fingering the hem of my skirt. I can feel his hard length pressing into me, and I instinctively grind against him.

The kiss deepens as we consume each other with ravenous hunger. He nips at my lower lip, eliciting a gasp from me, and I moan deeply, thrusting my hands into his hair, crushing my body to his. He trails his lips down my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. His hand travels up my thigh as he hikes my skirt up inch by inch. I can feel his fingers grazing my panties, searching for a way around them.

I melt into him, all thoughts vanishing from my mind. When we finally break away, I'm breathless.

"Damn," he growls against my neck. "You're so fucking wet for me I can smell it."

"Ryan, I—Please do something before I go insane."

But he's already slipping away, leaving me dazed and wanting more.

And I still have the toy buried between my folds.

Later, at the Suva markets, I try to lose myself in the vibrant chaos. The Handicraft Centre is a riot of color and texture, with intricate weavings and carvings catching my eye at every turn.

"Look at this!" I call to my friends, holding up a beautifully painted tapa cloth.

As we wander through the Flea Market, the aromas of spices and tropical fruits fill the air. I can't resist buying a ripe mango. Its juice dribbles down my chin as I sink my teeth in the tender flesh, and my friends give me quizzical looks.

"Messy, but worth it," I laugh, wiping my mouth and chin.

Our final stop is the Grand Pacific Hotel. As we settle in for coffee, I'm struck by the Old-World elegance of the place. The barista presents me with a work of art—a cappuccino adorned with a delicate fern design.

I inhale the rich aromas. "Now that is a sensory experience."

I take a sip, savoring the creamy texture and bold flavor. Beside me, Lila bites into a flaky pastry.

"Oh my god," she moans. "You have to try this."

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