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Emilia

Monkeys gruntand jump through the trees while Malin carries me back to the campsite. The sun is warm, but the heat of our bodies is hotter. I cling to him, not caring about the trees that scratch my outer thigh, or bugs swarming my head.

He made me feel so good.

I didn't freak out. He touched me—really touched me—and I didn't stop him or flip out.

How can this be? No man has ever been able to even touch me on the arm without my skin crawling.

We don't say anything on the way back to camp. Everyone else is quiet, as well. I forgot they were even in the river. We were all spread out and away from each other, but still...

Did they see or hear me?

Who cares?

I need him to touch me again.

And his cock...oh God. It was so hard and smooth.

I haven't even kissed him.

I bury my face into the curve of his neck, similar to what I did in the river, except now I'm on his back.

I left teeth marks on him.

He said I was the most stunning woman he's ever laid eyes on.

How can that be?

"Stay down, ma belle," he says.

My face is still buried in his neck. I haven't looked at anyone or anything since we left the river.

He crouches down. "Okay, you can look now."

We're in the tent. Everyone comes in. I release my grip on him and slide off.

He rises and spins. "I have to meet with the guys. Get out of your wet suit and put your clothes on. There are socks and shoes for you, too."

"Okay."

He doesn't move, and I suddenly feel self-conscious. The more he stares, the more heat rises in my face.

"Make sure you are completely dry before you get changed. The bugs can be bad."

"I will."

"I'll be back." He winks and leaves.

The guys leave and zip the tent, giving us privacy. I remove my clothes, dry the area where my wet suit was, then assess the clothes Axel and Dirk bought for me. My underwear is a day old, and my bra is dirty and stinks like sweat.

Their hands were on it.

The faces of Santiago and his men, holding me and groping me pop up, and I shudder.

I glance around, and none of the other women are wearing bras or panties.