Page 162 of Love Me in the Dark
The head of his dick bobbed on the water’s surface, saying hello. Lifting me easily in the water, he guided my arms around his neck, my legs circling his tone waist. My breasts smashed against his solid chest. Brute leaned in. His plump lips massaged my neck until they reached my mouth. My hands went in his wet locks. We kissed for ages. We had all the time in the world. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do but each other. My heart fluttered in my chest.
Fuck. I ended our kiss.
It would do me no good to fall in love with the savage. Sure, we had mind-blowing sex, lots of it, but I had a plan to get back to my life.
However, Brute’s expression was unmistakable. His heart fluttered, too. Even as he held me gently, I couldn’t ignore how easily he could snap me in two. There was tenderness in his kiss… but something wild crouched beneath it, like a storm he was barely containing.
“I’ve never had sex in the water before,” I changed the unspoken subject.
He drove my body down, impaling me onto his rigid shaft. I moved up and down with his help, his hands gripping my hips to move me. He moaned as we built friction. My ass clapped the water. My breasts slid against his firm pecs. But all the while, his loving expression never changed.
I tried again. “I’ve never even been skinny dipping with a boy before.”
“Me either,” he murmured, surprising the ever-loving fuck out of me.
I swam away from him so quickly that I didn’t even know how we became detached.
“Jayne, don’t be upset,” he said in a rush.
9
With those few words, Brute was a different man.
Beyond confused, angry, and hurt, I felt like I was drowning even though my head bobbed above the water. My mouth went dry. It wasn’t just that he spoke. It was that I believed, deep down, he never would. That at times, I thought I was alone, completely alone, and had built him in my head like a fever dream. For a second, I thought maybe I’d gone mad. That none of this was real. That I was still lying in the jungle, bleeding out. Alone.
“What the fucking hell?”
Brute swam to me.
Part of me wanted to swim away, but I stayed put.
His wet face twisted with confliction before he murmured, his lips barely moving, “I’ve been alone a long time. I thought you were a figment of my imagination. For a while.”
I exploded, “For a while! How long?”
“Once I realized you were really with me, every day. Not just some mirage,” he emphasized that word. “A fantasy,” he added. “It seemed too late to explain.”
“Are you going to let me leave now that we aren’t playing anymore?”
Brute’s nostrils flared. “I never said you couldn’t leave.”
“You haven’t said anything.”
“You consented to everything.”
I gasped. “Did I?”
“Of course, you did.”
At his words, I cried so hard that I hiccupped.
“Of course, you can go. God.” He seemed to chide himself. His arms circled me. “Jayne, don’t cry. I’ll take care of you until we’re rescued.”
Raising my head to look into his light eyes, I beat my fists on his vast chest. “Rescued?”
“Yes. And until then we can still enjoy ourselves. Right?” He smirked.
Escaping from his large arms, I couldn’t answer that. As much as I was mad at him, his voice and words made me find him more realistically attractive. However, anger gurgled again. “Is that why you pretended to be dumb? So, you could play caveman? Fuck me like that? Take me whenever you felt the urge?”
