Page 43 of Wrecked
His kiss on mymouthmade me so fucking wet that my excitement escaped the confines of my panties and saturated thecrotch of my leggings.His kiss between my legs is going to flood the whole damn island.
I wait.
And wait.
And fucking wait.
This is how I die. After escapingliteralhell, the anticipation of his mouth sucking my clit between his full, sexy lips is what’s going to kill me. I stretch my neck back and lift my hips against his mouth as my climax builds from his invisible touch. His edging will be the death of me.
Finally, his tongue reaches my clit, and I nearly sigh in relief. I feel his sharp, leathery fingers trail across my breasts, drawing out a low moan as I feel the small pinpricks of pain.
Wait.
What?
Sharp, leathery fingers?
My eyes pop open and I lift my head from the sand, the quick movement causing a crick in my neck I will definitely feel later.
Right now, the only thing I am capable of feeling are the giant claws of the raccoon-size lizard crawling across my chest.
CRAWLING ACROSS MY CHEST!
“Oh GOD, NATE!” I scream in absolute panic. I’m terrified to move, but I also want nothing more than to tuck and roll my naked body and fling this beast from my stomach.
Nate rears back, looking like he is ready to take on the devil himself. He stands, naked and erect, assessing the area for any possible threat. His fight mode is activated, and I am momentarily distracted by how fucking hot it is. Godzilla quickly regains my attention as he nestles down onto my chest like he found himself a nice, fluffy pillow to rest on.
The fucking audacity.
Nate’s frazzled gazefinallyfinds its way back to me and he realizes the danger isn’t as imminent as he first thought. It maynot be Van Pelt emerging with a rifle, but I fear my current predicament could also transpire after a roll of the dice inJumanji.
He looks down at my chest, serious and stoic. His eyes track the lizard…my eyes…the lizard again. I see him fight it, but he ultimately loses the battle quickly. One minute, he is ready to take on a jaguar for me. The next, he drops to his knees and falls back on his ass laughing hysterically as the demon lizard sleeps on my tits.
I hate him.
I hate him so much that I start laughing with him. Within seconds we are both crying, tears streaming down our faces as the—not so little—scaly bastard naps soundly on my naked breasts.
“Nateeee,” I whine through my laughter, “get it off of me. Pleaaassseee.”
“I don’t know, Pip. I’m really enjoying the view I have here.” His eyes trail down my naked, helpless body. He smirks as he makes his appreciationveryapparent. His hand caresses his cock from root to tip, his gaze never leaving mine. I lick my lips at the intensity of his stare, remembering all too well how his long, thick cock used to feel inside of me.
His breathing increases when his eyes finally trail down to his favorite spot between my legs. I let my knees fall open and slide my finger through the wetness as a low growl echoes deep in his chest. Nate’s pace increases as his fisted hand runs up and down the length of his sex. My mouth waters at the thought of taking him into my mouth. The thought of his hands tangled in my hair as he forces his cock to the back of my throat. A small whimper leaves me as my core grows wetter.
Suddenly, I feel shy. I’m lying in the sand, naked and exposed, putting on a show for a man who hasn’t seen my body in eight years.
With an iguana on my chest.
I cross my legs to try and hide his view of my most intimate parts. Reality comes crashing into me like a freight train. Katie. The plane crash. Katie, again.
“Don’t do that,” Nate insists. “Don’t hide yourself from me. Not after what just happened between us.” He holds my gaze, his eyes pleading before he continues. “You’ve never hidden yourself from me before.” He must see the war in my eyes because he releases a sigh and crawls over to me.
He gently lifts the lizard king away from my body, careful not to catch me with its claws. The green monster’s massive body squirms and his legs kick in complete panic as it tries to escape Nate’s grasp. He sets it down in the sand and it scurries away at the pace of a toad.
That was anticlimactic.
Nate regards me carefully, trying to read my thoughts. I’m suddenly drowning in vulnerability. This is a man who has always been able to see right through me. A man I gave every piece of my heart to until he became solely responsible for maintaining its function. A man who had delved deep into my core and tethered his soul to mine, stitching his name into the very fabric of my being. I never fooled him by pretending I didn’t care or pretending I had moved on. He’s always known the truth, and that’s a terrifying thought.
I reach for my clothing, hastily redressing as he watches with sad eyes. He knows I am pulling away. He knows I regret what just happened between us. But he doesn’t knowwhyI regret it.
