the bar and across the street.
“I have a place to show you. It would almost be as beautiful as you.”
I am so excited that I am breathless. My mind is empty and my heart is stolen.
Clarke leads me through the light shrub over the back of the bar and we come across a tall fence.
“Here,” he lifts a broken part of the fence up from the ground, “Follow me. The best view on the island is on this property.”
“Wait,” I hesitate, “Can we go in there?”
The law abiding citizen in me questions whether running onto someone else’s property is the right action to take.
“Don’t worry,” Clarke states calmly, “I know the owner and he won’t mind.”
Cautiously, I follow Clarke and crawl under the fence, and he leads us across an immaculate, lush green lawn, around the side of a huge island mansion, and to a small private hut with a view looking out to the ocean.
“Wow,” my mouth drops open, “The view here is amazing.”
The rising moon glistens off the calm ocean and the stars glitter amazingly over my head. The view is so expansive and impressive. Inside the open hut is a tightly strung hammock and a mattress laying neatly on the ground.
“This is the ultimate island experience,” Clarke stares out to the view, “When the weather is nice, this is the perfect place to spend a night. It feels so free and special.”
I don’t know whether it is the handsome man, the amazing view, or the fact that we have snuck onto a property, but I am excited.
When Clarke’s hand rests on my behind, my heart almost jumps out of my chest.
He stands behind me, and I continue to stare out to the view. His hands slowly move up from my behind and caress over the curves of my body.
It is obvious that he likes what he feels.
I can tell that he likes it because there is a large bulge in his pants that is pressing up against my behind.
My heart is pounding.
As his breath dances over my shoulder and along my neck, I feel breathless.
I am smitten.
And that makes me wet.
I want him.
I want all of him.
He wraps his strong arms around my stomach and holds me close, tightly, for a few moments before loosening his grasp.
Turning around, I try to look sexual by biting my bottom lip, staring at him while he holds me close. There is an undeniable chemistry between us, an understanding. It is a feeling so strong that I struggle to understand it.
His eyes are so beautiful, so damn deep.
Despite being lost in his gorgeous eyes, I notice his hand start to slowly creep down my body, until it stops on my bottom again.
His hand runs over the flesh of my behind with a smooth and tender touch.
Clarke is my island man.
A real man.
My perfect man.
He is also a man that loves the curves of a real woman.
I am smitten and my heart is racing. The bulge in his pants is growing larger and I can feel it press into me. I can feel every part of my body tingle.
Clarke leans forward and his lips land on mine.
Yes…
The tender kiss sends me into overdrive. My head is spinning. His hand reaches up and tenderly caresses the side of my face.
Wow…
My head is spinning and I become lost in his touch. I am weak at the knees and tingling throughout.
His touch is so tender and sensitive, that it rushes emotion through my entire body.
Wow…
The desire pulsates through me.
On this island, with the moon shining brightly, I am lost.
Quickly, the strength of passion overtakes us.
The passion forces our hands to smother each other’s bodies.
I want him.
I want all of him.
I want him now.
The passion forces me to rip off his shirt and I am sure that I see a button come flying off.
Oh wow.
The body of my island man is strong and tanned. The muscles rip out of his body and I can’t touch it enough. I need my hands on it.
I need it.
My hands run all over his body and up his solid back.
Oh yes… it is so strong. I can’t resist it.
I am going to devour this beautiful