Page 10 of Lost At Sea With A Billionaire (Billionaire Row #5)

Janet

T hree weeks into our time on the island, I suggested we explore the western side, which we hadn’t thoroughly investigated.

“There might be better shelter options,” I said over breakfast. “Or different food sources.”

Jonathan nodded. “We should pack some supplies. It might take all day.”

We prepared for the journey, filling water containers and packing what food we could spare. The morning was clear and bright as we set off, following the coastline around the curve of the island.

The terrain grew rougher as we progressed, with larger rocks and denser vegetation. Jonathan led the way, occasionally reaching back to help me over challenging sections. His hand in mine felt natural now, a connection I’d grown to rely on.

“Look at this,” he said suddenly, stopping to examine a plant with dark green leaves. “Isn’t this similar to what you showed me?”

I knelt beside him. “Good eye. It’s the same family, but the leaves are broader. Might have a different flavor.”

“Should we gather some?”

“Definitely.” I pulled out a small pouch I’d fashioned from salvaged fabric. “We can test it with tonight’s dinner.”

We continued on, marking our path with small rock piles so we could find our way back. The air grew more humid as we moved inland, and the sound of water became louder.

“Do you hear that?” I asked, pausing to listen.

Jonathan nodded. “Sounds like a waterfall.”

We pushed through a particularly dense section of foliage, and suddenly, the vegetation opened up to reveal a breathtaking sight. A waterfall cascaded down a rocky cliff face into a clear pool below, surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

Jonathan stood beside me, equally stunned. “I didn’t expect this.”

The pool was about twenty feet across, fed by the waterfall and draining into a small stream that disappeared into the undergrowth. The water was crystal clear, revealing a sandy bottom.

“Please tell me that’s freshwater,” I said, already imagining how good it would feel to wash properly after three weeks of makeshift baths.

Jonathan approached the edge, kneeling to cup some water in his hand. He tasted it cautiously. “Fresh. And cold.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my shorts and sports bra. “Last one in is cooking dinner!”

I dove in before he could respond, the shock of the cold water stealing my breath for a moment before giving way to pure bliss. When I surfaced, Jonathan stood at the edge, watching me with an intensity that made my skin tingle even in the cool water.

“Are you coming in or not?” I called.

He pulled his shirt off, his body silhouetted against the sunlight filtering through the trees.

Even after three weeks on the island, the sight of his bare chest made my mouth water.

The definition of his muscles had only increased with our daily physical labor, giving him a demi-god physique that shook me with unholy trembles.

Jonathan dove in skillfully, barely making a splash. When he surfaced next to me, droplets of water clung to his eyelashes and traced paths down his cheeks.

“This is incredible,” he said, swiping water off his face.

“A real shower.” I floated on my back, letting the water support me. “I never thought I’d miss running water so much.”

Jonathan swam closer. “I never thought I’d miss a lot of things. But some things—” his hand grabbed mine under the water “—I didn’t know I needed until I found them.”

I knew he wasn’t talking about the waterfall anymore and I squeezed his hand, my eyes traveling to his as I bit my bottom lip.

We swam for a while, washing away weeks of salt, sweat, and struggle. The pool was deep enough in the center to dive, and we took turns showing off for each other. Jonathan’s athletic background was evident in the clean lines of his dives.

Eventually, we made our way to the edge of the pool, where the waterfall crashed down, creating a natural shower. I stood beneath it, letting the water pound against my shoulders and back, working out knots of tension I hadn’t even realized were there.

I felt Jonathan’s presence before I saw him, the shift in the water revealed his proximity. When I turned, he was inches away, with water streaming down his face and chest. Silently, he brushed wet hair from my cheek, his touch achingly gentle.

“Janet,” he said, his voice barely audible over the roar of the waterfall.

I knew what he was asking. “Yes,” I answered, rising on my toes to meet his mouth with mine.

The kiss deepened immediately, all the restraint of the past days dissolving in the rush of the water around us.

His hands slid down my back, pulling me against him until there was no space between our bodies.

I could feel every hard plane of his chest against me, the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against my stomach.

We moved backward until my back met the smooth rock wall behind the waterfall. The cool stone against my heated skin made me gasp, and Jonathan took advantage, his mouth moving from my lips to my neck.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you,” he murmured against my skin. “Wanted you.”

“Show me,” I murmured, my hands dipping into his muscular back.

His eyes met mine, searching. “Here?”

In answer, I reached for the button of his shorts. “Here. Now.”

That was all the permission he needed. His mouth claimed mine again as his hands explored my body with increasing urgency. Our remaining clothes were discarded, floating, forgotten at the edge of the pool.

In the shadow of the waterfall, my hand slid down his abdomen, gripped his curved dick and slipped back and forth as heat assaulted me.

“Hmmmm…” he growled with his intense gaze locked on mine. My temperature had sky-rocketed, and my mouth and pussy were as wet as the waterfall that plunged over us. I wanted to suck him in, needed to taste the grooves in his rock hard dick when he lifted me, crashing his mouth to mine.

“Mmmmmm!”

His dick slipped from my grip, and I grabbed his broad shoulders instead. Our bodies slammed together as he sucked my tongue, and when his dick entered me, it was with a long stroking thrust that balled my toes and sent me crawling up the length of him.

“Aaaaaaaah! Jonathan!”

His arms tightened around my waist, halting my escape and crashing my pussy back to the base of his dick.

“Ah! Shiiiit!” I screamed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled at me.

With as loud as the waterfall was, it didn’t stop his deep drawl from pulling my attention and making me shiver.

“I… I! Ooooooh,” I moaned and bucked, and he held me tight, bucking against my pushing, surging and stroking me deep.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck!” he cursed. “You’re so damn warm and wet. Shit!”

The water sloshed as we banged together repeatedly. I grew steadier with his rhythm, adding to his beat by bucking back against him.

“Oooooou….”

Jonathan’s tongue slipped back in my mouth and heat swirled around us, tingles cascaded against our skin, and I was drowned in his pleasure.

As if trusting I wouldn’t try to run again, he unclenched his arms from my waist and gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks wide then banging me back and forth.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!”

“Jonathan!”

“Janet…”

My hip bucks sped up and I kissed down his jaw and bit into the column of his throat.

“Grrrrghhh…”

He returned the favor, biting my shoulder across my collarbone, sinking his teeth into my neck and fucking me harder with each stroke.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!”

I didn’t want him to stop. Never wanted him to let up and wondered for a second why I waited so long to get a piece of him. But now that we were here, I knew I wanted this over and over, and damn it, nothing or no one would stop me from having him if not him.

“Ooou shit, I can fuck you into the night,” he said.

I panted, closing my legs around him at the ankles. “You promise?”

He bounced me faster, harder, his grips branding my skin with his fingerprints.

“Hell yes,” he moaned.

Jonathan’s mouth dropped to my breasts, and he sucked in one nipple, then the other, flipping his tongue and inhaling my areolas without missing a stroking beat.

I was drenched in desire, drowned in euphoria, and suddenly hoping we could stay like this for as long as possible.

The sun was lowering in the sky, signaling we should head back to our camp soon.

Back in our damp clothes, Jonathan’s expression was more relaxed than I’d ever seen; the perpetual furrow between his brows smoothed away.

“We should head back,” he said reluctantly. “But we’re definitely coming back here tomorrow.”

I grinned. “Is that an order, Mr. Black?”

He pulled me against him for another kiss. “No. It’s a promise, Ms. Banks.”

We gathered our things and marked the path so we could find it again. The journey back to camp was filled with stolen touches and private smiles, our bodies still humming with the memory of our encounter.

That night, as we lay together in our shelter with Jonathan’s arms wrapped securely around me, I realized we were nothing like we once were. This wasn’t just island fever, or the strange circumstances that had thrown us together.

This was deeper and would follow us back to civilization whenever rescue came. To be honest, I’d lost count on how many times I thought that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be rescued at all.

“What are you thinking about?” Jonathan asked, his voice drumming against my ear where it rested on his chest.

I considered deflecting and making a joke but opted for truth. “I’m thinking that I’m glad we crashed here.”

His hand paused in its gentle stroking of my hair. “Is that right?”

“Yes.” I propped myself up on one elbow to look at him. “If we hadn’t, I would never have known this version of you. And I like this version very much.”

His expression softened. “I like this version of me, too.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “And I definitely like this version of you. Though I suspect I would have liked any version.”

“Even the one who told you off about your audition demand?”

He laughed. “Especially that one.”

I settled back against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

There were still questions and uncertainties about what would happen if we returned to our regular lives.

But for tonight, in this shelter we’d built together on an island far from civilization, those questions could wait.