“It’s just a childhood dream.”
“You always talk in your sleep about Princess Lolly?”
“How would I know? I’ve never shared my bed with anyone. Vive and Lex never mentioned anything to me when we roomed together.” Pulling down on the straps of my life jacket, I tightened the nylon fabric over me. I stretched my legs out.
Leon inspected my skin. His hands ran over my knees, making me feel oddly turned on by his touch. My knees were cut up, but no worse than his arms. “Do they hurt?”
Nothing felt broken. “I’m fine.”
“Do not stand, Mademoiselle. We will tip over.”
“I won’t.” I could almost feel the air bubble underneath, keeping us afloat. Soon this piece of metal would submerge, hitting the bottom of the sea. “Can you swim?”
“Oui.”
“We can’t haul this with us. It’ll only take us further out to sea.”
“What about—”
“Jaws.” I knew exactly what he was thinking.
He laughed, nervously. “Oui. What about Jaws?”
“While I slept, did you see any…fins?”
Leon’s sunburned face went white. Eyelashes, long and thick, shadowed his cheeks as he said, “No sharks.”
Bad liar!
That’s probably why he hadn’t waked me sooner to swim; we’d get eaten. “Is your hand still bleeding?” Last thing I wanted was to get into shark infested waters with bait.
“A little. Not much.”
“What other choice do we have?” I glanced at the edges of the plane. In the short time I’d been awake, our sitting space had shrunk. This thing was going down.
“There is no other choice Mademoiselle. We must swim.”
I removed my life jacket and lifted my dress up over my head.
Leon eyed me once over.
“I’ll swim naked.” I grabbed the vest and fastened the straps over my bare breasts. Not since I was sixteen had I worn a bra.
Now it was he who did the gaping. I laughed to myself and shimmied to the edge of the metal. Sticking my hand in the water, it wasn’t cold or warm.
He reached for his life jacket, pulling it over him. It barely fit.
“You look silly. Like it’s made for a child.”
He glanced down at the tag. “Says adult.”
“You’re kinda big, Leon.”
“And you are beautiful, Mademoiselle.” He grinned at me.
Leon made my head spin. The waves and blistering sun didn’t help either.
Then he unzipped his pants. They fell by his feet. He’d gone commando.
My mouth felt dry.
His legs were thick. His cock was too. He wasn’t hard, but…I couldn’t imagine that as being what one would call soft either.
I gasped. Back in Miami, at the pool, I’d seen most of him. Well, not all of him. Leon Lartique was a sight so beautiful that I imagine no one could ever get used to staring at him. Every square inch of his body spoke magnificence.
For a nanosecond, I forgot what had brought us together and where we were. I closed my eyes, allowing the hot sun to take me over, if only for a minute….
Imagining we were back at his place, somewhere in France, maybe Marseille. Naked and aroused, we were in bed together.
“Mon chére, I want to make love,” Leon admitted.
“Me too.”
His tongue traced my lower lip before diving into my mouth. Leon’s right hand slid between my legs. Playfully at first, he touched me. We continued to kiss. Heat increasing, moving faster, his fingers sunk into me.
My breath quickened. Self-consciously I tried not to pant. I wanted to.
He licked at his hand. “You taste like a bonbon.”
“Do I?” I’d never tried a bonbon before. I wasn’t that big on sweets. I hadn’t tasted myself before either.
“Oui. Let’s get you nice and wet.” He pinched my clit sending a chill over my entire body. My nipples pebbled. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, as I caressed my breasts.
“Like this?” I asked, unfamiliar with being told what to do with my body.
“You are séduisante.” His hazel eyes widened. He spoke seduction.
“Thank you.” Like a horny girl who’d done this before (I hadn’t), I reached down and stroked his erection.
Then I remembered something that Vive had told me. “Honey, if you ever want to drive a man cray-cray in bed, you know get ‘em all sexually worked up till both of his heads are ready to explode—ya gotta express interest. Then without warning withdraw—act like you have better things to do than be in his arms.”
Taking her advice, I backed into the pillows, teasing him as if I could care less. I crossed my legs.
Leon sat up and grabbed at my knees. Making a tsk-tsk noise, he spread my legs wide. “I want you open for me. Always show me your beautiful pussy, mon chére.”
Vive’s tip had worked.
His jacked-up body framed mine. The head of his cock teased at my innocence. In the push-up position, he stared down at me. Leon was nothing but perfection.
“Fuck me.” I hissed in his ear.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”
“Mademoiselle, are you ready?” he asked again. The arousing tone of his voice faded.
I blinked. “Huh?” Damn, only a fantasy. For sure, this crash had made me loopy. Maybe I did have a concussion after all.
From the edge of the shrapnel, Leon stared at me. “We swim for a bit. If we get tired, we rest.”
“How?”
“Float on our backs. Hold hands.”
“What is this the Blue Lagoon?”
“Eh?”
“The movie? Brooke Shields?” He didn’t understand so I said, “Never mind.”
“See, if we drift too far. Then swim some more I may be able to pull you.”
“You’re not pulling me. I’ll be fine.” Without thinking a second longer, I jumped into the water.
Forget You SeaWorld!
“We have no effin’ clue where we are, maybe the Bermuda Triangle, feels more like some acid-induced trip to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. Maybe that’s just my wishful thinking. Regardless, I couldn’t imagine getting stuck on Eden Island with anyone else, other than my besties. For my BFF Taddy Brill, her pickle wasn’t over the fact that we were separated and stranded in paradise. No siree! She’s got much bigger fish to fry.” —Lex Easton, rock-n-roll royalty, girlfriend to Ford Gotti, freshman at Columbia University