Free Tempt (Take It Off) by Cambria Hebert

silently shushed it. I knew I couldn’t eat one of those bars right now. It was probably better if we started splitting them in half instead of each eating a whole one.
    It made me depressed, and it also made me worry. How long could someone of Nash’s size go without food? I couldn’t imagine how hungry he felt. It had to be far worse than the empty weakness I was feeling.
    That gave me an idea. This was a semi -tropical climate. There had to be some kind of fruit growing on this island.
    Yes, but fruit might not be the only thing on this island. I reminded myself. Going out there alone would be reckless. I might be blond, but I wasn’t stupid. Okay, I tried not to be stupid. Sometimes I wasn’t very successful.
    I should just wake him up. We could go out in search of food together.
    I watched his chest rise and fall with his even breathing. I could wait a few more minutes. He looked so exhausted. I glanced out the back of the plane at the growing plants. Maybe there was some fruit close by, right outside the plane. Maybe I could find some and bring it back here to surprise him. I pictured the way his green eyes would light up when he saw the food.
    That decided it. I was going. I would stay close, within yelling distance. If I didn’t find anything, I would wake him and together we could search farther out.
    I found my sandals and slipped them on, not wanting to be barefoot in the forest. I moved quietly toward the back of the plane, actually quite impressed with the stealth of my movements. Maybe when I got home , I should be a superhero.
    Okay, maybe just a sidekick to a superhero.
    I was about to leap out into the lush landscape when a strong arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back. “Where do you think you’re going?” slurred a voice thick with sleep.
    “To the bathroom,” I lied.
    “I’ll come with you,” he countered.
    “I’m a big girl. I know how to use the bathroom.”
    “Maybe I need help,” he said and shifted. Once again, I was met with the thing that lived inside his pants.
    I gasped. “Does that thing ever go down?” I blurted out.
    He threw back his head and laughed. He laughed so hard I felt his belly rumble against my back.
    “ I can’t help it. It’s my morning wood.” He said it like he was proud.
    “Your what?” I said, trying to turn around to look at him. He wouldn’t let me go. If anything , he pressed it farther against me. Dammit if my body didn’t start to respond. I felt the rush of liquid heat between my legs.
    “My morning wood,” he said again.
    Should I know what that means? I guess when I failed to respond, he realized I had no clue what he was talking about. He spun me around, pinning me with that penetrating green gaze. “Have you ever spent the night with a man before?”
    I acted like I was offended. “That’s none of your business.”
    “That’d be a no.”
    I glared at him.
    He released me. “It happens in sleep, sweetheart,” he explained. “All men wake up with a hard on.”
    So it wasn’t just me. Well , damn, there went my ego. “So that is natural?” I couldn’t help but glance down at the massive lump in his shorts.
    “In the morning, yes.”
    “But what about the other times?”
    A slow smile spread over his scruffy face. “Those times were all you.”
    Oh. Oh my.
    I wanted to pat my broken vagina on the back. If it had one , that is.
    “Well, I’m going to go do my business now ,” I said, turning away.
    “I’m coming with you.”
    “Why?” I demanded.
    “Because I have to pee ,” he offered.
    “Fine .” My shoulders slumped and I hopped out of the plane.
    “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
    I heaved a sigh. “I wanted to go look for fruit for you before you woke up.”
    “You wanted to find me breakfast?”
    I nodded. It sounded stupid when he said it.
    He caught me around the waist again and tugged. I tumbled right against his chest. His very bare, shirtless chest. His lips swooped down, but his kiss