SURVIVING DEMON ISLAND
When he stepped into the bedroom, he sucked in a breath of shock.
Gina was there, leaning casually against the partially open front door. Her hair was unbound, still damp from her own shower and hugging her shoulders and breasts. She wore a skimpy little orange-flowered sundress that clung to her curves.
I didnt hear you knock.
Thats because I didnt. She shut the door behind her and advanced into the room.
Unless youre here to throw me down on the bed and have your way with me, get out.
She paused for a second and looked at his bed. Was she considering it? And what would he do if she was?
Believe me, thats the last thing Id want to do with you.
Too bad. And here I am all clean and almost naked.
She took a quick glance at his crotch before returning to his face. Okay, maybe not such a quick glance. More of a lingering one.
Derek, Ive worked my butt off since the day I got here, but for some reason youve made it a point to dismiss everything Ive accomplished. Do you hate women in general, or is it just me? Never mind. I already know the answer. What I want to know is why.
She made him dizzy tromping back and forth so he stepped in front of her, halting her progress. Would you mind getting the hell out of my room? Ive had just about enough of your mouth for the day. And if she wasnt going to use it for something useful, he really wanted her gone.
And Ive had just about enough of your arrogant attitude. I dont know why I bothered coming here. She palmed his chest and shoved him, hard. He hadnt expected it and stumbled back. The towel came loose and fell to the floor and her gaze shot south, widening with distinct interest.
Ah, hell. Instinct roared to life and he grasped her wrists, but instead of dragging her to the door and throwing her out of his room like he should have, he jerked her against him, wrapped one arm around her back, and crushed his mouth against hers.