“Oh, yes, you definitely can, especially in a nice warm rain like this. You can get everything very clean.”
“Well, I do want to be clean again.”
“Then maybe we should go wash up…”
Say no, dummy. Say no. This is a terrible, horrible, deliciously wonderful idea.“Okay.”
20
Irresistibly Sexy Lagoon Sex
Will
Dear God,please let us be talking about the same thing. Because if she’s actually talking about washing out her dirty clothes and giving herself a scrub down, I am going to besuperdisappointed.
We hurry in the direction of the lagoon. The rain has now slowed to a soft patter while I do my best not to seem too eager, even though what I really want to do is toss her over my shoulder and sprint all the way there.
She just smiled at me, and that smile did sort of say ‘sex is on the menu for this afternoon.’ But honestly, it’s so hard to tell. For a woman like her—someone used to being clean and done up at all times--this type of life must be awful for her. Not that shelooksawful, because she definitely doesn’t look even close to what anyone could call awful. And that’s saying something because we’ve been out here for days now and most humans, including me, tend to look pretty rough by this point. But not Arabella. She’s got this natural beauty that…I should not be noticing.
“How much farther is it?” she asks.
“Just around this bend. I’ll race you,” I say, tapping her on her shoulder, then sprinting ahead.
She laughs, then says, “No, thanks, I’m not really a runner.”
I stop, doing my best not to seem too disappointed.
Do not blow this, Will. Seriously.
That was a message from my penis, who has been struggling to stay down for the last few days. I mean, think about it—four days alone in the jungle with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I haven’t been able to touch her or even relieve my own ‘stress.’ It’s not like I can leave her alone and disappear into the bush for a quick wank. Because, not only would that be extremely creepy, it also would put her life at risk, so up until a few minutes ago, I had resigned myself to just putting it all off until we got to town and I could be alone in my hotel room.
But maybe I won’t have to wait because she has just caught up with me, and taken off ahead, laughing.
“Wha—? You cheater!” I yell, jogging after her. I catch her just as we reach the lagoon, wrapping my arms around her, lifting her off the ground, and setting her down behind me. “I win.”
Arabella’s eyes grow wide. “Weasel!”
“I’m tempted to say, ‘takes one to know one,’ only that would sound juvenile.”
“Says the man who just challenged me to a race.”
I stare down at her, watching drops of rain slide over her ivory skin. “God, you’re pretty.”
She blushes a little and looks down at the ground—a simple movement that makes me want to have her, but at the same time, makes me positive I shouldn’t. I can’t use her and say goodbye. I just can’t.
My smile fades and I say, “Okay, well, you can go first. I’ll turn around and stand guard for you.”
Her face falls a little, then she nods. “Righto. That makes sense. I’ll go first, thenyougo, and I’ll watch for trouble.”
“Not that there will be any, I don’t think,” I say. “It’s daytime and most animals prefer to hunt when it’s not raining.”
I gaze at her, hoping she’ll invite me in, but she doesn’t, so I turn my back and try not to pout visibly, even though, on the inside, I’m crushed.
Okay, just stand here and don’t imagine her taking off her clothes. That would be a horrible, horrible idea.
I hear a splash and I bite the side of my finger. She is definitely naked.
“So? How is it?” I ask over my shoulder. Oops, I just saw some side boob. Some very lovely, perky side boob.Bad, Will, bad!
