What other parts of me will feel impossibly small when compared to him?
“Watch,” he finished softly. “It’ll be quick if it happens at all. Just a flash of green when the top of the sun sinks below the water.”
She held her breath in anticipation as the molten globe slipped lower and lower. Lower and lower. Lower and then...
It happened. A strobe of bright, nearly neon green flamed on the horizon.
She stared hard, not believing her eyes. Before she could blink, it was gone.
“I saw it!” she whispered excitedly.
“Mmm,” he nodded. “It happens more down here than it does other places. I’ve seen it a handful of times since moving to Wayfarer.”
“Amazing,” she breathed. She’d always thought that narrow-lit time at dusk and dawn was enchanted. A magical space between two worlds. But after seeing the green flash, she was convinced the twilight hour was truly bewitched.
Or maybe I read too much paranormal romance,she thought with a silent chuckle.
“Why have I never heard of it?” she asked.
“Probably because you’ve never been around Alex at sunset. If you had, she would’ve filled your ears full of all the reasons why it occurs.”
“Well, then, I’m glad I missed seeing it with her, and happy I got to see it with you. I don’t care about the science behind it. All I care about is that it was...wonderful,” she finished lamely because she was too embarrassed to sayfantasticalormagicalorromantic.
Although, it was all those things. Especially that last thing.
In fact, she couldn’t recall amoreromantic moment.
Yes, they had been in a plane crash. Yes, they were stranded on a desert island that looked like it might wash away in the next hurricane. And yes, they had no idea who wanted to kill them or evenifsomeone wanted to kill them. Not to mention, they didn’t have the first clue when they would be rescued.
But the setting sun had set the sky on fire in vibrant shades of red, gold, and orange until it seemed like a graffiti artist with a bold hand had painted the world to the west. Romeo was by her side, her hand held so possessively inside his. And very soon now, he would possess other parts of her.Allthe parts of her.
The thought was delicious.
It was also a little crazy-making.
“We aren’t going to start now,”he’d said before leading her to the log.
What did he mean? Whenwouldthey start? Was he waiting for her to say something to let him know she was ready?
Dear god, was she ready. She’dbeenready since day one on Wayfarer Island.
Or...was he waiting forherto make the first move?
Gah! I’m so bad at this!
She’d held many titles in her first three decades of life—daughter, sister, student, archeologist—but seductress had never been one of them. All her lovers... Ha!All.As if there’d been a multitude. She could count them on one hand and still have a finger left over. Anyway,allof them had been the ones to approach her. To kiss her. To start undressing her.
Not that she wasopposedto being the instigator. She was as modern minded as the next gal. You know, equality of the sexes and all that razzmatazz. But she was clueless when it came to knowing how to start—
“The wheels are spinning so fast up there, I think I see smoke coming out of your ears.” He tapped her temple.
“That obvious?” She made a face.
“You want to tell me about it?” When she hesitated, he added, “Or talk to me about anything? I swear you could be listing the scientific names of molds and every word out of your mouth would still sound hot.”
When she cocked her head, he was quick to add, “I know you don’t like it when I talk about your voice. And I promise I’ll never mention it again after this. But, Mia, it issounbelievably sexy. This soft, rusty-sounding bedroom voice. You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about making love to you and hearing you whisper in my ear.”
She nearly fell off the log at the thought of Romeo imagining them together. Maybe...touchinghimself while imagining them together?
