the sheet,â Kabe ordered, losing patience.
She lifted her forehead off the floor and turned to face him with a look that would make a lesser man baulk. Under less serious circumstances, her glare would have made him smile.
âFine ⦠but donât look!â she warned.
âOkay, Iâll keep my eyes shut and just feel around,â he teased.
Belle sighed, cupped her breasts and eased the sheet away from her side.
Kabe bent down to get a better look. âGood, at least itâs not on the same ribs you hit yesterday. Only another red mark and youâll have another nasty bruise,â he said and tenderly traced his fingers over her skin. Damn, but he wanted to kiss it better.
âI suppose it couldâve been worse,â Belle said, peering down.
âIâll get your things and you can pull them on here.â
âNo! Itâs fine, Iâll make it back to my cabin. Go, so I can do this without an audience.â She sounded pissed off.
âYou got it.â With a last glance over his shoulder, Kabe mounted the steps up to the deck while keeping an eye on her. And just before she pulled the sheet up he noticed an edge of bright blue at the top of her bottom: her too. Then she clenched the sheet firmly between her teeth and scrambled out of view. He heard her muttering through a mouthful of cotton, âIâd sell my body for a double-shot latte.â
âI have lots of great coffee,â Kabe quietly chuckled.
âThat wasnât an offer! It was merely ⦠Ugh, never mind!â Belle shouted from somewhere deep within the cabin.
Her spitfire retorts amused him. Kabe was ready with another wisecrack, but decided, for the moment anyway, to keep further comments to himself.
âWomen,â he murmured. âBelle,â he smiled.
Kabe left the cockpit to sit on the sloping deck. Back resting against the mast, he called out, âCome up when youâre ready, we can go for a walk ⦠clear my head â¦â he trailed off, determined to control his wayward mind ⦠and body.
Grunts and curses floated up through the hatch and, after a while, Belle appeared munching on a cheese sandwich. She wore his tracksuit pants and one of his T-shirts, which hung in folds like a loose dress. It had slipped and revealed the lovely swell of her breast. Kabe sucked in a long breath. Fuck ⦠no bra, soft, rounded, ripe for tasting.
âOh-my-God!â Belle exclaimed, peering over the side of the yacht. âThis is awful.â She turned and, clinging to the safety line, padded up the sloping deck towards him. âI didnât realise we were so close to the forest; I can almost touch the trees. What do we do now?â
She wasnât quick enough to hide emotions that flickered across her face like a readout at the stock exchange. Worry, up 65 per cent; frustration, up 80 per cent; stress, being alone with him, up 95 per cent. Maybe with careful handling, he could bring those numbers down.
âWe wait.â He shrugged. âIâm sure we can get her off with the next tide.â
âOf course we can.â She nodded and turned away towards the beach. âI can hear the waterfall gushing.â
âYes, weâll never be out of fresh water.â
* * *
Belle took another bite of her sandwich and found it difficult to swallow. She moved her neck from side to side trying to loosen the knots in her stiff neck, which had given her a headache to boot.
âHad an uncomfortable night?â Kabe asked.
Belle nodded, shaded her eyes and turned away from him to admire the beauty that surrounded them. The deep blue bay became aqua in the crystal clear shallows. The sun sparkled on the water. Wavelets crept up the pure white sandy beach that curved away from them. To her left the hillside rose sharply, scattered with hoop-pines and palms which soared above the native shrubs. Dotted among the lush green where flowers of brilliant
She lifted her forehead off the floor and turned to face him with a look that would make a lesser man baulk. Under less serious circumstances, her glare would have made him smile.
âFine ⦠but donât look!â she warned.
âOkay, Iâll keep my eyes shut and just feel around,â he teased.
Belle sighed, cupped her breasts and eased the sheet away from her side.
Kabe bent down to get a better look. âGood, at least itâs not on the same ribs you hit yesterday. Only another red mark and youâll have another nasty bruise,â he said and tenderly traced his fingers over her skin. Damn, but he wanted to kiss it better.
âI suppose it couldâve been worse,â Belle said, peering down.
âIâll get your things and you can pull them on here.â
âNo! Itâs fine, Iâll make it back to my cabin. Go, so I can do this without an audience.â She sounded pissed off.
âYou got it.â With a last glance over his shoulder, Kabe mounted the steps up to the deck while keeping an eye on her. And just before she pulled the sheet up he noticed an edge of bright blue at the top of her bottom: her too. Then she clenched the sheet firmly between her teeth and scrambled out of view. He heard her muttering through a mouthful of cotton, âIâd sell my body for a double-shot latte.â
âI have lots of great coffee,â Kabe quietly chuckled.
âThat wasnât an offer! It was merely ⦠Ugh, never mind!â Belle shouted from somewhere deep within the cabin.
Her spitfire retorts amused him. Kabe was ready with another wisecrack, but decided, for the moment anyway, to keep further comments to himself.
âWomen,â he murmured. âBelle,â he smiled.
Kabe left the cockpit to sit on the sloping deck. Back resting against the mast, he called out, âCome up when youâre ready, we can go for a walk ⦠clear my head â¦â he trailed off, determined to control his wayward mind ⦠and body.
Grunts and curses floated up through the hatch and, after a while, Belle appeared munching on a cheese sandwich. She wore his tracksuit pants and one of his T-shirts, which hung in folds like a loose dress. It had slipped and revealed the lovely swell of her breast. Kabe sucked in a long breath. Fuck ⦠no bra, soft, rounded, ripe for tasting.
âOh-my-God!â Belle exclaimed, peering over the side of the yacht. âThis is awful.â She turned and, clinging to the safety line, padded up the sloping deck towards him. âI didnât realise we were so close to the forest; I can almost touch the trees. What do we do now?â
She wasnât quick enough to hide emotions that flickered across her face like a readout at the stock exchange. Worry, up 65 per cent; frustration, up 80 per cent; stress, being alone with him, up 95 per cent. Maybe with careful handling, he could bring those numbers down.
âWe wait.â He shrugged. âIâm sure we can get her off with the next tide.â
âOf course we can.â She nodded and turned away towards the beach. âI can hear the waterfall gushing.â
âYes, weâll never be out of fresh water.â
* * *
Belle took another bite of her sandwich and found it difficult to swallow. She moved her neck from side to side trying to loosen the knots in her stiff neck, which had given her a headache to boot.
âHad an uncomfortable night?â Kabe asked.
Belle nodded, shaded her eyes and turned away from him to admire the beauty that surrounded them. The deep blue bay became aqua in the crystal clear shallows. The sun sparkled on the water. Wavelets crept up the pure white sandy beach that curved away from them. To her left the hillside rose sharply, scattered with hoop-pines and palms which soared above the native shrubs. Dotted among the lush green where flowers of brilliant
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