is hot, and soft, and firm at the same time. He tastes like chocolate cherries. Every display of his possessive touch or teasing flicks should send me running. It would have in the past. But unlike before, it now creates a potent concoction of pleasure, nervous anticipation, and a craving for more.
He moves one hand in my shorts, palming my ass cheek and pushing me against his hard frame.
My fists open flat against his pecs. His heart beats under them, racing faster the deeper our kiss grows.
I moan in his mouth. My knees buckle, and he holds me tightly to him as his erection digs into my stomach.
He says something in French again, kisses my eyelids, then returns to ravishing my mouth.
When he ends our kiss, I'm breathless and shaking.
"Do you have any more questions, ma belle?" he cockily asks.
I should slap him for his arrogance or using his sexiness to avoid answering. I need answers to my questions, but I can't think.
He kisses me again; this time, it's not deep and ends quickly. "I didn't know you were so feisty." He wiggles his eyebrows.
"Ummm..."
He kisses my forehead. "It's getting dark. Let's set up camp, and I will answer whatever I can."
8
Malin
One hundred percent truth is what I tell her. I don't leave out anything about who I am or what I need to do. And I don't omit anything about why we needed to split away from the others or the danger she is in.
There is only one problem. I tell her in French. As much as I want her to know everything, I can't subject her to it.
Emilia wears her heart on her sleeve. She's angry. But her demanding attitude catches me off guard.
And it only makes my blood buzz more.
I don't know what it is about her. I've had plenty of women over the years, from all over the world. But ma belle is testing every bit of discipline I have.
I have to kiss her. I can't go another second without tasting her plump lips. I already know what her ass feels like, but I need my hand on that, too.
"Please," she whispers, and a longing I've never felt grips my core.
Her kisses are slow then greedy. Her tongue is fire and sin. When I pull away, my need is anything but quenched. It's only left me in a pit of torment, desperate to show her every way I can break her and put her back together again, all in the same night.
She wants answers. I'm going to have to take her questions one at a time. I want to keep her innocent. But the need she has not to be left in the dark—for the world to see her for the woman she is—claws at my heart.
Ma belle is smart. She's stronger than what she or her sister thinks. It still doesn't make me want to bring any evil into her world. I want her to stay in that bubble she despises.
If I keep her in it, she'll end up hating me.
We gather kindling to start a fire. I hand her my night vision goggles. "Put these on and see if there's any fruit in the trees."
She obeys, and I focus on the fire. When it's lit, I look up, and I can barely see her.
"Don't go too far, ma belle."
"Cashew fruit?" she says and jumps up, reaching for something.
I rise and move toward her.
She jumps a few more times, and something moves above our heads in the trees.
"Want me to try?"
"I almost have it." She jumps again and grabs a branch. Three pieces of fruit are on it. I slice them off with my knife. "Nice job," I praise her.
She beams.
How does she pull off sexy in night vision goggles?
I remove them from her and cup her chin. "I like it when you smile, ma belle."
Her eyes shine in the darkness. She quietly says, "It feels good."
"To smile?"
She hesitates then nods.
Why aren't you smiling a lot, ma belle?
Something moves in the trees above us, and she jumps into my chest.
I chuckle and kiss her head. Her coconut and peach scent swirls in my veins. I mumble, "You're killing me, ma belle."
She tilts her head up, her eyes wide, and innocently asks, "Why?"
I peck her on the lips. "Let's go sit by the fire." I guide her over, and we sit. The fire crackles and illuminates her gorgeous face. Animals scurry in the trees, echoing in the jungle. Moonlight drips down onto the river, creating an