Free Passion Flower: 1 by Sindra van Yssel

finger, the pressure built in her core.
She put the sandwich down and grabbed on to his shoulders for balance, her
hands digging into his skin as his touch made her toes curl. He didn’t object.
Her breath started getting irregular and she felt pleasantly lightheaded. She
didn’t care what Rhonda or anyone else saw anymore. She spread her legs open
farther. More and she’d come in front of everyone.
    He stopped.
    “Let’s take a walk. There’s a path through the jungle and a
cove on the other end of the island that’s rather peaceful.” He smiled. “No
herd animals, I’m afraid. Maybe we can catch sight of a salamander or
something.”
    It should have been exactly what she wanted to hear, and she
felt guilty that it wasn’t. It was progress. Not as good as going at night, but
it probably made sense to scout it out in better light first anyway. But all
her attention had been focused on his hand and she felt like arguing, No.
Fuck me, instead.
    He knew exactly how close she was, she was sure. His bland,
innocent expression couldn’t convince her otherwise.
    Tom moaned, and that didn’t make it any better. He was
coming, she was sure of it. She wasn’t sure when Amber and Kyle had left the
table, she’d been so wrapped up in what Carter was doing to her.
    She hopped off Carter’s lap and headed toward the stairs.
She wanted to be away. Away from her libido taking control of her. Away from
Tom and Rhonda’s swallowing sounds.
    Carter moved quickly to catch up and put his arm around her
waist, steering her toward the door to the swimming pool. He opened it with his
other hand. As far as she could tell, it wasn’t locked. So maybe she’d escape
that evening. That was it. She’d focus on science.
    “I’ll make love to you when we get to the cove,” Carter
whispered.
    Her knees went weak. So much for that.
    “Shouldn’t I get some clothes on if we’re walking through
the jungle?”
    “Oh, it’s a nice clear path. Made sure of it myself a few
days ago. Nothing out there’s going to hurt you, even dressed as nature
intended. We won’t be hacking our way through the bush, as Kyle would say.”
    Damn.
    “Stay still.”
    She chewed on her lip but did as he asked. What was he going
to do to her?
    He opened a big plastic box like an ice chest near the
swimming pool and took out a rolled-up beach towel and a bottle of suntan
lotion. Carefully, he applied the cool lotion to her skin. As his hands brushed
against her nipples, they hardened and she was sure he noticed, even though he
didn’t linger. He didn’t skip anyplace, but he focused on getting her covered.
    “Spread your legs more so I can get the insides of your
thighs.”
    She did, feeling he could probably see how wet she was. But
he didn’t comment. He rubbed lotion into her, the sides of his hands brushing
against her pussy when he got to the highest part of her legs.
    “All good,” he told her. “The jungle’s sheltered but the
cove not as much. Better safe than sorry, especially as you’re on the fair
side.”
    “You mean I’m pale.”
    Carter frowned at her and she wished she hadn’t said
anything. “You don’t take compliments well, do you? I happen to think your skin
is quite lovely. Live with it.” He picked up the beach towel and tucked it
underneath his arm.
    She stepped forward. The air was warm but not hot, humid
without being sticky. She breathed in the freshness of it, enjoyed the feeling
of the warm concrete on her toes.
    He let go of her waist and took her hand but he didn’t drag
her along. Instead he walked with her side by side, leading the way without
getting ahead. “I’ll carry you if you don’t feel comfortable walking in your
bare feet.”
    Being carried sounded pretty attractive. She didn’t doubt he
could do it either, although she wasn’t exactly the light-as-a-feather type.
Warm, safe, protected—but the chances to see the flora and fauna would probably
be better if she was in control of her own steps.