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His eyes widened in disbelief. “You really take your clothes off to dance…for strangers?”

“Yeah, can’t you tell by my moves?” I shimmied on the bed, though I looked more like a dying fish.

His lips set into a thin line. He was clearly perturbed. “Well, now you only strip for me,” he said with finality.

I batted my lashes coyly. “So possessive. Careful or I might mistake you for one of those jealous men from back home.”

A coarse growl vibrated from his throat. “I bet they don’t please you like I do.” He pounced, his face inches from mine, and I could smell me on his lips. It was heady and addictive.

“Aleki,” I gasped as he sank into me, filling me up. He was bigger than any man I had been with before, stretching me wider with each stroke.

His hips undulated so he hit my nub with the most delicious friction. I held on to his ripped biceps while he powered into me.

“No one can please me like you,” I admitted between panted breaths. He quickened his pace, feeding my greedy cunt with his cock.

I was mercilessly obsessed with this man.

Chapter 29

Going with the Flow

Aleki

The waterfall was my second favorite place on the island. The first was between Maris’s legs.

She unleashed something inside me, and now that I’d had sex, I couldn’t get enough of it.

Except, I hadn’t been inside her in two days, and I was completely confused as to why. It wasn’t for lack of trying, either. Each attempt to romance her earned me a shove away and some excuse that she was too busy or too tired.

She had even started wearing some of the clothes she used to wear when she first came here—particularly her pants and underwear. At least she still wore the oversized T-shirt I’d given her.

I preferred that shirt because it gave me easy access to her body. Now I couldn’t spontaneously pull it up and bend her over a rock while we were out picking fruit. And although I could still reach up for her breasts, I stopped when she complained they were too sore.

Was she mad at me? What did I do?

I waded through the pool, warm after a day of sun, and while it felt great on my muscles, my mind was concerned with Maris.

Evening was approaching, and she had declined to set up the bat net again. She said she was exhausted and needed a break.

She sat near the edge, knees tucked into her chest and arms wrapped around them, no ants in sight this time. She was staring at the waterfall as Poaka played with a nut at her feet. She was in a daze, a far cry from the animated person I was addicted to.

I splashed in her direction, careful not to wet her, but hoping to cheer her up.

She glanced over, remaining huddled in a ball.

“What are you thinking about up there?”

“Nothing, just relaxing.” Her voice was strained. Maybe I had been keeping her up too late at night.

I should have let her recover.

“Well, relax in here with me. It’s nice, I promise.”

She offered me a tight smile. “I’m okay here.”

Maybe she was mad because I had told her she was weaving baskets incorrectly…but she hadn’t seemed upset at the time.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, wishing I could get into her mind. To really analyze what went on inside.

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