It took what felt like ages before I finally managed to wrench myself out of the dreams.
Stumbling from bed, I grabbed the tree I nearly crashed into and held on for dear life. My chest rose and fell rapidly, almost painfully.
Those dreams hadn’t been mine, had they?
I wasn’t normally horny.
I barely even liked sex.
It had been almost five years since I’d gone home with someone, and I hadn’t even wanted to since.
Oren must’ve put those dreams in my mind.
…Right?
But the more I looked at him, the more certain I was that he was still sleeping.
My legs shook.
I was drenched between my thighs, but I obviously couldn’t do anything about it.
Rhett was relaxing in his chair nearby, watching me closely. He mouthed something that looked like, “You good?”
I gave him a thumbs-up.
Somehow, I must’ve been the one coming up with all those dreams.
So, I made my way to the beach on shaky legs and sat down in the water, hoping the salt would wash away the scent of my need before the guys woke up and realized what had happened.
My legs were steady when the boat returned to the shore with the sunrise, but I kept quiet and didn’t say much.
The more I’d thought about it, the more uncertain I was.
I never had sex dreams. I’d never even been attracted to any of the men on the island with me except Cam. And I was only a little attracted to him.
Fine, that was a lie.
I was very attracted to him.
The other guys, though? No.
So, the dreams probably weren’t mine.
But I couldn’t accuse Oren of putting them in my head while he was sleeping. So where did that leave me?
It left me needing to talk to Cameron.
And information he might know.
And… maybe another hug too.
Maybe.
It didn’t occur to me that he might not be on the island until we started approaching it.
My entire abdomen clenched at the thought.
When I saw him at the back of the group of men as the boat stopped, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.