“I have some shampoo for you,” he says when he arrives. He tosses me the bottle. I try to catch it smoothly but end up juggling it a bit before I secure it. “It’s for men, but you can have it if you want. I just took a drop.”
“Shampoo?” I whisper as I stare at it in disbelief. “Realshampoo?”
He’s treading water as he points to his backpack. “I forgot that I had some in my bag. I have soap, razors, and toothpaste in there too. Help yourself to whatever you need.”
“Soap?” I repeat as my heart picks up its pace. “Razors? Toothpaste?”
Oh my God. Ilovethis man.
I’m giddy with excitement as I lunge on his bag and rip through it.
With my back to him, he gets out of the water and slips on his shorts.
“I think I can make some soap,” he says as I turn his bag upside down and drop everything out. Deodorant. Shaving cream. Floss. A freaking brush! I’m in heaven.
“It might take some playing around, but I think I can create bars of soap with the ash from the fire and some animal fat. I can mix in some flowers to make it smell nice.”
I slowly look at him over my shoulder.
“You can make soap?”
“I think so.”
Should I tell him I love him? Everything inside is screaming at me to say it loudly and proudly, that I’m head over heels in love with this man, but I just nod instead. “Cool.”
“Okay,” he says as he grabs his shirt. “I’ll let you do your thing. I’m going to head back to the plane to try and scavenge some metal out of it to make a grill, then I’ll grab a fish on the way back? Sound good?”
I nod, unable to speak.
Normally, I’d be choking down some pink fruity spike balls for breakfast and trying not to gag. Freshly grilled fish sounds amazing.
“I was thinking that after, maybe we can walk around the island. See what else is around?”
I swallow hard as I nod. “Sure. That sounds fun.”
He gives me one of those devastating smiles and all I can manage to do is stare back in stunned amazement as he turns and walks away.
When he disappears into the jungle, I turn back to the toiletries with a wolfish grin.
I’m going to get so clean. So deliciously clean.
By the time I’m done, that man will find me irre-freaking-sistible.
CHAPTERSEVEN
Ethan
Every versionof this girl is irresistible. I adore the wild version I saw yesterday and this morning, but seeing her like this with her brown hair brushed straight down and a shy little smile on her innocent face… It pierces me right in the heart. The stunning sight grips me and won’t let go.
I’m burning the fish, but I can’t take my eyes off her as she struts over with my bag.
“Thank you,” she says as she drops my bag on my bed and then smells her arm. “Mmmmm, I smell so good.”
She’s only wearing that black bikini and it’s still too much clothing for me. Every movement she makes is torturous. Those soft supple tits, that nice round ass, those slender arms and sexy legs… Seeing but not touching is both a gift and a curse. My bodycravesher. It aches for her. It’s driving me crazy not being able to touch her whenever I want.
“You are a blessing,” she says as she takes out my brush and runs it through her hair again. “I can’t get enough of this brush. I didn’t realize how much I missed brushing my hair.”
The craving turns to lustful need as I watch her. Her chest wiggles and jiggles with every movement of her arm and it’s making me rock-fucking-hard.