Page 61 of Beautifully Wild

“I’d like a chance to try,” I whisper.

He stiffens behind me. His chest expands and releases faster with every breath. His forehead touches the top of my head.

I listen to him breathe for a while before his arms loosen around my waist. “I want to kiss you. We need to be careful, and you haven’t been in quarantine long enough to—”

“Stop talking. If I do this, I’m not living on the outskirts. I’m coming with you into the village.”

“We can’t sleep together.”

“I know. Wait. I thought the chief said no?” I push his arms off me and turn to face him.

“Turns out the shaman sees something in you.” He smiles at me. “He has granted you time, and I’m going to request for you to stay longer.” A dent forms between his eyebrows. “That’s if you want to—”

“Longer, as in the rest of my holidays?” What’s he saying? Shit, I have four more weeks.

Samuel’s expression softens. “If you think you can handle the four weeks, then yes.”

Pfft. If I can handle it. Does he even know me?

I’m smiling like an idiot.

Four weeks.

It’s enough time to form a solid bond and see if we have a future together. Our initial connection can’t be ignored, and now that I’ve made all the effort to bloody get here, I’m not going to walk away wonderingwhat if?

“Yes, of course, it’s what I want. Give me time to make those calls, then we can head over to dinner.”

He shakes his head. “We don’t associate with anyone, only Asoo, as he knows to keep his distance. No handshaking or embracing tourists. We eat in our room. I’ll pick some fruit from Victor’s organic garden and bring it to you.”

I nod. Damn, I was looking forward to a schnitzel or steak and a glass of wine at dinner.

A small sacrifice, really.

“Do you have everything in your larger case to cover you for that amount of time?”

“Not malaria meds. I’ll need more.”

He nods. “I have plenty. Anything else? Lady products? I have bags for trash.”

I gasp. What do the Ularan ladies do? “It’s fine. I have an implant. I haven’t menstruated in years.”

I take his hand and step closer and look up into those serious eyes. I’m ready to challenge him and make those eyes sparkle with lust. “You and I have some catching up to do. Less limitations,” I remind him.

When he doesn’t tell me to stop, I untie my towel, throwing it aside on the bed. His eyes bore into mine, then lower and glaze over. I watch him take his fill as I take a few steps toward him.

When I reach him, he spins me, takes my hands, and places them on the bed. “I’ll take it from here,” he whispers in my ear.

Moments ago, the world beyond my room was alive with nature. Monkeys howling, animals screeching, and the insects clicking. With Samuel’s every touch, the sound fades into the distance, and all I hear is the excited throb of my heartbeat in my ears.

Samuel’s lips trail along my back as his fingers glide over my slit. He teases and caresses me before sliding his fingers inside.

I sigh loudly and tilt my hips toward him. “I want you,” I say urgently.

For once, he doesn’t argue.

He slips inside of me, thrusts deep and hard, and moans my name. “Keep your hands on the bed.”

Samuel adjusts my hips, and his thrusts turn fast, deep, and erotic. His willpower is lost to animal instinct. Sexual desire is strong enough that neither one of us can fight.

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