aren’t ginormous snakes crawling around all over the place out here.”
“Is that the truth?”
He snorted. “Of course not. The locals’ name for the Cuban boa constrictor is the maja. They’re native to these jungles. Not the biggest snakes on earth, but they’re aggressive.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Get some sleep, Katie.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
He merely offered his arm for a pillow, and she couldn’t maintain enough ire to turn him down. She was exhausted by all this Jane of the Jungle stuff.
*
S HE WASN ’ T SURE if it was the deafening cicadas outside or the steamy heat inside the tent that woke her up, but either way, she roused to bright green light and the sticky discomfort of sand and sweat on her skin. She rolled over and suppressed a groan. Her body ached from head to foot. Her Pilates instructor was going to be so disappointed. “Alex?” she called out low.
“I’m here.”
She crawled out the opening in the end of their makeshift tent and sighed in relief as a stirring of cooler air caressed her. Alex was chopping up a small papaya with the same sort of machete she’d seen those men carrying last night. “Where’d you get that?” she exclaimed under her breath.
“From the tree over there. It fell over in the storm and the fruit wasn’t all blown away.”
“No, silly. The big dang knife.”
“That road we were walking along last night used to have houses beside it. There are all sorts of household goods snagged in the rubble. I picked it up.”
Personally, she’d been too absorbed in her misery to notice such things.
He passed her a dripping slice of orange papaya and she bit into it with a moan of pleasure. She’d never tasted anything so sweet and refreshing in all her life.
“I saved this for last,” he announced some minutes later. He hoisted a big green, roughly triangular fruit onto a big rock and raised the machete over it.
“What’s that?”
“Coconut.”
“No way. They’re round, brown, hairy things.”
He grinned at her and took a mighty whack at it. “The brown bit is the seed. This is the entire fruit.” It split open to reveal what she knew as a coconut nestled inside. He dug it out of the mushy pulp.
He gave the coconut a sharp rap with the machete and it split open. He dropped the knife and caught the two halves in his hand. “Drink the coconut water. We need the fluid.”
It didn’t taste bad, but it wasn’t that great, either. It was wet, though, and her body craved the moisture. They scooped out the coconut flesh with their fingers and ate that, as well. She liked hers sweetened, but hey. It could be a worse meal. Alex could be asking her to eat raw fish. Or bugs.
As the morning heated up, Alex stripped off his T-shirt to reveal a glistening chest rippling with muscle. “Are you looking to get jumped, sailor?” she murmured.
“By you? Bring it, baby.”
Her gaze narrowed. She did need to get naked, anyway, and shake the damned sand out of her clothes. She wiggled out of her jeans, which had dried tightly to her body. “I’m going to have to do some serious twerking to get those back on,” she declared.
He grinned. “Can’t wait to see the show.”
Speaking of which, she stripped off her shirt slowly and made a production of reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She brushed the sand off her breasts sensuously, enjoying the feel of her fingertips sweeping across the sensitive peaks.
Abruptly other fingers were there, pushing hers aside. They brushed the sand off her entire body, in fact, leaving her moaning and gasping with pleasure. And when she didn’t think she could take any more, Alex pushed her back against a fallen tree trunk, arching her backward until her body was taut and unable to move. Once he had her immobilized and at his mercy, he finally unzipped his jeans, freed himself and plunged into her.
She cried out and he pressed his hand over her mouth fast. Good call. She never did have any restraint
“Is that the truth?”
He snorted. “Of course not. The locals’ name for the Cuban boa constrictor is the maja. They’re native to these jungles. Not the biggest snakes on earth, but they’re aggressive.”
“Oh, my God.”
“Get some sleep, Katie.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
He merely offered his arm for a pillow, and she couldn’t maintain enough ire to turn him down. She was exhausted by all this Jane of the Jungle stuff.
*
S HE WASN ’ T SURE if it was the deafening cicadas outside or the steamy heat inside the tent that woke her up, but either way, she roused to bright green light and the sticky discomfort of sand and sweat on her skin. She rolled over and suppressed a groan. Her body ached from head to foot. Her Pilates instructor was going to be so disappointed. “Alex?” she called out low.
“I’m here.”
She crawled out the opening in the end of their makeshift tent and sighed in relief as a stirring of cooler air caressed her. Alex was chopping up a small papaya with the same sort of machete she’d seen those men carrying last night. “Where’d you get that?” she exclaimed under her breath.
“From the tree over there. It fell over in the storm and the fruit wasn’t all blown away.”
“No, silly. The big dang knife.”
“That road we were walking along last night used to have houses beside it. There are all sorts of household goods snagged in the rubble. I picked it up.”
Personally, she’d been too absorbed in her misery to notice such things.
He passed her a dripping slice of orange papaya and she bit into it with a moan of pleasure. She’d never tasted anything so sweet and refreshing in all her life.
“I saved this for last,” he announced some minutes later. He hoisted a big green, roughly triangular fruit onto a big rock and raised the machete over it.
“What’s that?”
“Coconut.”
“No way. They’re round, brown, hairy things.”
He grinned at her and took a mighty whack at it. “The brown bit is the seed. This is the entire fruit.” It split open to reveal what she knew as a coconut nestled inside. He dug it out of the mushy pulp.
He gave the coconut a sharp rap with the machete and it split open. He dropped the knife and caught the two halves in his hand. “Drink the coconut water. We need the fluid.”
It didn’t taste bad, but it wasn’t that great, either. It was wet, though, and her body craved the moisture. They scooped out the coconut flesh with their fingers and ate that, as well. She liked hers sweetened, but hey. It could be a worse meal. Alex could be asking her to eat raw fish. Or bugs.
As the morning heated up, Alex stripped off his T-shirt to reveal a glistening chest rippling with muscle. “Are you looking to get jumped, sailor?” she murmured.
“By you? Bring it, baby.”
Her gaze narrowed. She did need to get naked, anyway, and shake the damned sand out of her clothes. She wiggled out of her jeans, which had dried tightly to her body. “I’m going to have to do some serious twerking to get those back on,” she declared.
He grinned. “Can’t wait to see the show.”
Speaking of which, she stripped off her shirt slowly and made a production of reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She brushed the sand off her breasts sensuously, enjoying the feel of her fingertips sweeping across the sensitive peaks.
Abruptly other fingers were there, pushing hers aside. They brushed the sand off her entire body, in fact, leaving her moaning and gasping with pleasure. And when she didn’t think she could take any more, Alex pushed her back against a fallen tree trunk, arching her backward until her body was taut and unable to move. Once he had her immobilized and at his mercy, he finally unzipped his jeans, freed himself and plunged into her.
She cried out and he pressed his hand over her mouth fast. Good call. She never did have any restraint
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