Maybe it was best to just wait, until they got back. Then, everything was sure to make sense in his head. He pushed off the steps and walked to the edge of the lagoon. Standing behind her, Trey slipped his arms around her waist.
His touch didnt startle her. Instead, she reached back and wrapped her arm around his head, twisting her fingers through the hair at his nape. Theyll be coming for us soon, she murmured.
Her backside nestled against his hips, the soft flesh pressed into his cock. He closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath. I know. Im going to miss this place.
Sophie laughed softly. Me, too. She turned in his arms. We could always come back.
Trey gazed down into her mesmerizing eyes. It was the first time shed ever acknowledged the possibility of a future together and he took it as a hopeful sign. We could. But next time, were going to bring better food. And wine. And ice for the champagne.
And a softer place to sleep, she mentioned.
And more clothes, he said.
Sophie shook her head. I was just thinking maybe we had too many clothes. It might be nice to spend the whole vacation naked.
Youre right, he said, glancing down at her naked body. He dropped a kiss on her lips, his palm cupping her breast. Who needs clothes?
We will today, she said. They wont take us back to Tahiti if were naked.
Trey smoothed his hands from her torso down to her thighs. So where are your clothes, Sophie? If we dont get dressed, they might just leave us both here for a little longer.
She turned in his arms again, wrapping his embrace more tightly around her. Will you buy this island for your resort? she asked, her gaze scanning the landscape.
I dont think its right for the resort, Trey answered. But I wouldnt mind making a personal investment in the local real estate.
She looked at him over her shoulder, frowning. I dont understand.
Id buy it so we could come back here. It could be ours. A place to come when we wanted to be alone, and run around naked, and make love on the beach. He paused, pressing a kiss to her ear. We could renovate the cottage. Bring in a bed and some other furniture. A stove for cooking.
And you would come here, a few times a year, to visit?
Yes, Trey said. I would.
Id like that, Sophie agreed. Id like to come back here with you someday.
Yes, Trey said. I would.
Id like that, Sophie agreed. Id like to come back here with you someday.
Trey took her hand and led her out into the water. When it was deep enough, Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and they bobbed in the water, neither one of them speaking.
It was enough to just hold her close, to feel her body against his. They didnt have to say anything. The mood was palpable. He felt a knot of regret in his gut, regret that they didnt have more time, that the end was coming soon. But as long as he could touch her, they could still communicate.
Whats the first thing youre going to do when you get back? Trey asked, running his hands through her hair as it floated on the surface of the water.
Kiss my father. Tell him Im sorry for all the worry I caused him. Then Ill figure out how to get the plane back to Papeete.
I told you Id help out with that.
She smiled, then dropped a gentle kiss on his lips. Thank you. Its probably just a minor problem. Well fly a mechanic over and he can fix it. And then Ill fly the plane back.
Trey frowned, not happy with the prospect of her getting back into that plane. Maybe you should get someone else to fly it back, he suggested.
She gave him an odd look. Why? No one knows that plane better than I do.
What if the guy doesnt fix it right? I dont want you going down again. This time there might not be a safe place to land.
Id never go up if I wasnt sure the plane was ready to fly.
The plane wasnt ready to fly when you took me up, he said. The engine died and the radio didnt work.
The engine cutting out was probably caused by moisture in the fuel. That happens during the rainy season. And I suspect that I couldnt restart the engine because the alternator belt broke. Which drained the battery for the radio and the ignition. So, its just a broken belt, thats all.
Trey knew he shouldnt push the issue. But the last thing he wanted was for Sophie to go up in that plane again. When he got back to Papeete, hed discuss the matter with her father. Hed hire a mechanic and another pilot to do the job. Hell, hed buy the damn plane and set it on fire before he let Sophie risk her life again. She shouldnt be flying around in that old rattletrap.
He nodded. Just find a good mechanic. Make sure he knows what hes doing, Trey insisted.
She kissed him again and a moment later, they were lost in a rush of desire. Trey had grown to love the taste of her. With just a simple flick of her tongue, she could make him crazy. Holding tight, he walked out of the lagoon and carried her up to the porch. Then, he gently put her back into the hammock and he joined her there.
They had at least a few more hours until someone came looking. Trey intended to use the time wisely.
8
SOPHIE COULD SMELL THE SCENT of warm bread baking, of sweet pastries in the oven and fresh croissants. She drew a deep breath, her mouth watering. Oh, and coffee. A moan slipped from her lips. Hot, black coffee. It was enough to make her stomach rumble with hunger.
She sighed, snuggling into the comfortable depths of her bed. But her bed wasnt so comfortable anymore. And the sounds of the birds and the waves that usually woke her up were distinctly different. Sophie slowly opened her eyes, then realized where she was.
Are you hungry?
She pushed up on her elbows to find Trey standing on the porch, dressed in his shorts and shirt. He was holding a banana leaf. On it, hed cut up fresh fruit and piled canned cashews, arranging them in a pretty pattern. Is that my breakfast?
Yes. Breakfast in a hammock.
Sophie crawled out and grabbed her pareu, then wrapped it around her naked body. She followed him over to the steps and sat down beside him. The sun was up and though the day was cloudy, there was blue sky to be seen through the haze.
Trey held out the fruit and she picked a piece of mango and popped it in her mouth. It was sinfully sweet and juicy. This island had the best mangoes shed ever tasted. If that wasnt a good reason to come back, nothing else was. I wonder what time it is?
Its a little past seven, Trey said.
I thought your watch broke when you got it wet.
He shrugged. I looked on my cell phone.
Sophie gasped. You have a cell phone? Here? On the island?
Trey nodded. Yeah. But it doesnt work. Theres no signal. I tried yesterday, while you were messing with the radio.
Oh, Sophie murmured. All right then.
He chuckled, bending closer to catch her gaze. Did you think I would have let your father worry over you or kept us stuck on this island if the phone had worked?
We didnt use the flare gun, she said. We could have signaled that boat.
He pulled her against him, giving her a hug. Yeah, youre right. Even if it had worked, I probably would have waited until sunset to call. He grabbed his bag and pulled his cell phone out. But I forgot about one feature of this phone. He flipped it open and held it out. Its a camera.
Sophie covered her face. No! Dont take a picture of me. I just got up.
There, Trey said, showing her the display. Look at how beautiful you are.
Her hair was mussed and fell in careless waves around her face. She took the phone from his hand and stared at her image. She was beautiful. Sophie barely recognized the woman in the photo. Was this how he saw her?
How do I take a photo of you?
Trey took the phone from her hand, then stood next to her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. A moment later, the photo came up on the display. Sophie laughed, delighted with the shot. It was so silly, but it reminded her of all the fun theyd had together.
Now a serious one, she said.
Trey wrapped his arm around her shoulder and they both smiled at the camera. As Sophie examined the third photograph, she stared at Treys face. He was a handsome man, a beautiful man.
Youre very pretty, she said.
He grabbed the phone from her and began to take pictures, one after another. Caught up in the fun, Sophie posed, throwing her arms out and giving Trey a series of sexy looks.
She gave him one last smile, then held a piece of papaya in front of his lips. We should probably make a list of all the things weve consumed so that I can replace them when I come back for the plane.
Three bottles of wine, including a bottle of champagne, Trey said.
Funny, I dont feel that hungover. And thats the most Ive had to drink in years.
You handled yourself well, he teased. Except for the Twelve Days of Christmas. That was bad.
She munched on a cashew. I think Ill bring back all sorts of good things. So the next people to stop here will have a gourmet feast. She paused. Youre going to have to get another charter service, she said. Theres an outfit called Tiare Air. They have the hangar next to ours. Gabe Aubert is a really good pilot and they have very nice planes. Im sure I can arrange to have him take you up.
Ill wait until you can take me up, Trey said.
I dont know how long it will be before I can get the plane back in the air, Sophie said.
Ill wait, he repeated.
She didnt want to lose the fee, but if he was willing to stay in Tahiti for a week, then she wasnt going to fight with him. In truth, Sophie liked the idea that theyd have a little more time together.
They both nibbled on the fruit and cashews. Treys mood was a bit subdued but Sophie thought it might be due to a lack of sleep. Or perhaps he didnt want to leave the island any more than she did.
Theyd been together for less than twenty-four hours and already, theyd grown so comfortable with each other, sharing breakfast as if theyd done so for years. Sophie finished the last of the mango, then stood up. Im going to go get more, she said. Do you have the knife?
Its on the counter, he said. Theres a couple more mangoes in there. And another papaya. Do you want me to help?
She smiled and shook her head. No. Ill get it. She picked up the banana leaf and walked to the front door, then turned and looked back at Trey. How would it be between them if they actually lived together? Would they wake up in each others arms every morning? Would they make breakfast together before going off to work? Would there come a time when they had children running around at their feet?