“It’s all right, Lea,” he said, that hard tone to his voice disappearing. “Let’s just get some rest. You sleep between Cooper and Lan. They’ll keep you warm.”
She’d been such a coward and she was through with it. They had been nothing but kind to her. She didn’t have to be afraid of them. They were all alone on an island. No pressures, no reporters, no threats. Right now, they didn’t know everything in her past. Maybe they never would. This was her clean slate.
Someone would eventually rescue them, but maybe she could take this time and enjoy it. She could be their Lea just for a little while.
She scooted on to his lap and felt his erection right against her hip. Dane Mitchell wanted her. That was all that mattered tonight.
Dane’s expression changed, turning hard and dominant. He reached up and touched her face, brushing across it with his fingertips as though trying to memorize the feel of her skin. Alea had to swallow down a gasp as his hand trailed down her neck to her chest.
“I’m going to touch your ni**les.”
She nodded and felt them tighten before his fingers even got close. They strained against the cotton of her bra, trying to meet him halfway. While his right hand traced the hard points and a soft sigh escaped her, his left wound around her waist, clutching her hip.
And she wasn’t freaking out because this was Dane, the man who had risked his own life to save hers.
He cupped the nape of her neck, pulling her forward. “Put your hands on me, Lea.”
There was something about his deep, rich voice that had her fingers moving to his chest and stroking him. She rubbed her palms over his muscled shoulders as he brought her closer and pressed his lips to hers.
His hand slowly fisted in her hair, every movement precise and slow. She wasn’t startled. Once she reminded herself that he wouldn’t hurt her, she let go of the fear. Then he was drugging her with long, slow kisses, leading her closer and deeper. God, he smelled like a man, musky, potent. She couldn’t stop herself from melting.
When his tongue licked along the bottom of her lip and she opened for him, he invaded, sliding against her. Over and over, he dipped inside her mouth, taking possession, as his fingers toyed with her ni**les. Heat pooled low in her gut. She gave herself over to the moment, moaning softly, arching her breast into his hand.
Then suddenly, Dane leaned away. He dropped one last, chaste kiss on her lips. “Time for bed, Princess. Lay down on your belly, and let Lan and Cooper touch you for a while.”
“What?” It was over? And she was supposed to do what?
Dane moved, shifting her off his lap and standing up. He held a hand out to help her up. “It’s part of your training. Or rather it’s part of your retraining.”
“I’m being trained?” She was a little unsteady on her feet as Dane led her back to Lan and Cooper.
“Yes, you’re being trained to accept love and affection. Lay down. They’re not going to do anything except stroke and rub you until you relax.”
Landon and Cooper had made a place for her between them. She was the only one with a “bed.” They had saved the cushions from the plane and laid them out so she would be comfortable. They would sleep on the sand. She had argued with them, but to no avail. They wanted to know she was comfortable.
And now they wanted to touch her. To retrain her. To teach her to accept their hands on her body.
Alea settled down, aching to be with these brave, honorable, sexy men, too. She wanted to leave her fears behind and just give herself over to these men she was falling for.
Cooper took a foot in his hand, cradling it in his own, warming her. “I give a damn fine foot massage.”
He started to rub, and Alea couldn’t stop the groan that came from her throat.
Landon’s fingers found her scalp and started to rub. “Go on and get some sleep, baby. We’ll protect you all night long.”
Her body relaxed, and Alea gave over to the heavenly contentment, reveling in the fact that she didn’t feel a bit of fear.
Her last thought as she closed her eyes and drifted away was a sweet one. She’d held the title of ‘princess’ for years, but this was the first time she’d really felt like one.
Chapter Eight
Four days later, Alea watched Landon emerge from the jungle with a huge branch of green bananas slung over his rippling shoulder and realized she was in lust.
The guys kissed, cuddled, and touched her at every turn. They murmured endearments in her ear. They whispered enticements against her lips. Every night, they stroked her and curled protectively around her until she went to sleep. It was like a fantasy.
And they were slowly killing her. Death by sexual frustration.
She often awakened with one’s hand cradling a breast as he buried his face in her neck. Another would have his hand cupping her mound as he pressed his hard c**k against her backside. But no one fondled her long enough to release the orgasm now constantly bubbling inside her. They’d primed her body repeatedly, and she felt ready to explode. Just being near them—even looking at them—aroused her. Yes, she’d made them promise to take it slow. But “slow” had become its own form of torture.