“I can take your mind off your worries.” His eyes crinkled as he stared at the top of my breasts. “You have so little on, yet still I feel you are teasing me with your modesty.”
“My modesty?” I laughed. “I’m in a bra and panties.”
“A full-coverage bra and panties.” He sighed.
“Sorry I didn’t wear my thong and half-cut bra in anticipation of getting kidnapped and meeting you.”
“That’s okay.” He smiled at me. “The anticipation is what makes it sweeter.”
“The anticipation of what?”
“Seeing your body.” His tone was gruff. “When I finally see all of you, it will—”
I cut him off. “You’re not going to see all of me!”
“No?” He laughed as his arm reached around my waist and pulled me toward him. This time, my breasts were crushed against his chest and I could feel his growing manhood pressed against my belly. “You’re so hot,” he whispered against my ear as his hands fell to my ass and pulled me to him.
“Thank you.” I gazed up at him, barely able to hide my lust.
“Why did you have to be so hot?” His voice deepened as his fingers massaged my behind. “I like a girl with a big butt.” His lips whispered against mine as he squeezed.
“I don’t have a big butt,” I muttered back indignantly.
“It makes doggie style so much more enjoyable.” He winked down at me as his fingers moved up my hips and held on to my waist. “Don’t you think?”
“I don’t know.” I was starting to feel feverish by his closeness. I wanted him to make a move, but I didn’t want him to know how badly I wanted him to touch me. “Wait, what?” I glanced up at him. “Did you say ‘doggie style’?”
“Don’t you like it?” He cocked his head and grinned.
“You’re disgusting. Do you really think I’m just going to sleep with you? Do you think that I—”
“I like it when you’re feisty.” He took a step back. “Now that you’ve gotten your energy back, it’s time to work.”
“Excuse me? I was working, I was just—”
“Try not to stare at my ass too much this time.” He walked away, laughing, and I turned away with a red face before starting to gather more branches.
“Ass,” I muttered to the ground, and tried to ignore the rumbling of my stomach. I was starving, but sick of bananas, too. “It’s starting to rain.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the shack for protection?” He walked over to me. “Though, I don’t think it’ll rain that long.”
“I’m positive. Why do you think it won’t rain long?”
“Rain comes in short bursts in the tropics.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “And no, I don’t want to go back to the shack ever again. That place is spooky.”
“You think it’s haunted?”
“I don’t think it’s haunted, but I also don’t want to come face-to-face with some crazy person.”
“Like Casper the ghost?”
“Very funny—not. Casper was a friendly ghost. I’m talking about Freddy Krueger or the Sandman. If I saw either of them, we’d be rescued pretty quickly, trust me.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because if I saw them, my screams would be so loud that they’d hear me in outer space.”
“I wonder if I can make you scream that loudly.”
“When? During Halloween?” I asked stupidly, only realizing my idiocy after I spoke.
“When I take you and make you orgasm.” He took a step toward me. “Maybe we should see right now? Feel free to scream as loudly as you want as I enter you.”
“No, thank you.” I blushed.
“Maybe after we find Steve?”
“Yeah, that’ll happen.”
“If we go back to the shack, we might catch Steve there, then we’d know that he left the notes for us.”
“Not right now, thanks. You can go if you want.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know why Steve is here?”
“Not right now. Maybe after some food and when I have my clothes back on.” I gave him an arch look. “I need energy to do my kung fu moves. If I want to take Steve down, I’ll need to be fully prepared.”
“You know kung fu?”
“Well, not technically kung fu. More like karate.”
“Karate?” He looked impressed. “What belt are you?”
“You mean like black belt?”
“You have a black belt in karate? Wow.” He bowed down to me. “I guess you can take care of me, then.”
I blushed as I realized he’d misunderstood what I was saying. “I don’t have a black belt in karate.”
“Tae kwon do?”
“I don’t have a black belt in anything.” I shook my head. “Well, I do own several black leather belts. Some aren’t real leather, but you can’t really tell.”
“Sorry. What?” His eyes narrowed, and his expression became confused.
“I thought they were leather, but they weren’t,” I continued, but I could see him starting to look impatient. “Anyway, my point is I don’t actually have any vast experience in the martial arts, but I did take a weekend self-defense class with my friend Rosie. I also had a boyfriend in college who was into Shaolin movies, so I’ve seen quite a few.”
“Bianca.” His voice was controlled. “I think you missed your calling. You should definitely go into the profession of spouting absolutely useless random facts from movies.”
“That’s offensive.” I made a face at him. “And factually incorrect. I didn’t tell you anything about the Shaolin movies. I was just trying—”
“Though,” he said, cutting me off, “I suppose that it’s better than you saying you learned karate from watching The Karate Kid.”
I kept my mouth shut even though I wanted to tell him about the move I had learned from watching Mr. Miyagi.
“Wait, don’t tell me. That’s how you know about the aliens, right? You saw them when you had an out-of-body experience?”
“You’re going to have an out-of-body experience if you don’t shut up.” I turned toward him and caught him laughing at me. “I’m glad you think it’s funny to make fun of an innocent, kidnapped woman who is trapped on an island with two psycho men.”