Page 125 of Hunted

While I was in the hospital, I watched lots of survival shows on the tablet to get an idea of what others were doing, and what I could do that’s different. Although the ones I watched were great, and would have been even better if I saw thembeforeI got stranded, I could tell none of them had actually spent any significant time on their own in the wild. It showed me gaps in their knowledge that I could fill.

Just the thought of helping people to survive brings a smile to my face. Maybe I don’t have to completely give up my island ways, after all.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much,” Weston says, as he comes to stand in front of me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me against him.

I place my hands on his chest as I look up at his own smile. “I kind of love this place. I’m already picturing things we could do here.”

“What sort of things?” he asks as his eyes turn heated.

“Well… For starters, that hot tub looked awfully enticing.”

“Hmm… What else?” His fingers dig into my waist, and he pulls me flush against him. I can already feel him getting hard.

“The beach looks pretty isolated, too,” I murmur, turning my head from side to side. I notice Reece talking to Michael and that reminds me we’re not alone out here.

“Is it? All I can seem to focus on right now is you.”

“Me?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him as he starts to dip his head towards me.

“You’ve never looked so beautiful as when you’re happy, like this.”

“Weston?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.” His smile grows wider as his eyes dance with heat.

“I love you, too. More than anything.”

“Kiss me,” I demand, unable to resist that look a moment longer.

The moment his lips meet mine, I feel the world melt away. The sound of the waves and the moan in my throat are the only things that penetrate our little bubble.

He takes his time with the kiss, as if we have all the time in the world. And I suppose, in some ways, we do.

Someone clears their throat, making Weston growl in annoyance. I pull back with a giggle and his scowl instantly softens when he sees my face.

“Sorry, but we aren’t alone here,” Kingsley reminds us, nodding towards where Michael is standing with Reece.

Weston reluctantly releases me, and we all head back to the house. When we’re standing in the large living area, Michael says he’ll give us a moment to talk in private, leaving the five of us alone.

“So? What does everyone think?” Reece asks, his eyes scanning the others before landing on me.

“What doyouguys think?” I ask, not wanting to tell them how much I love it if they aren’t all in, too.

“I want to make sure you like it, Tink. But personally, I think it’s perfect.”

I can’t stop the huge smile from coveringmy face. “Me, too.”

“I love it, it has everything we need,” Kingsley adds.

I turn to Weston, who’s holding my hand and watching me. “What about you? Do you like it, Weston?”

“The fence is great. Doesn't stop people coming in from the ocean side but it has a really good security system. I think we can feel pretty secure here.”

“Reece?” I ask, turning to the last of my men.

“If you love it, I love it.”