She clung to him and arched her body into his. Shyly, she pressed her tongue forward to meet his, and to sample all he had to offer. She tasted and circled his tongue until she was so hot she couldn’t keep still.
Tearing her mouth from his, she groaned, “Rafe, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Yes, we should.” He placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her jaw.
Her body shivered in delight. “What are you doing to me?”
“Turning you on. The same thing you’re doing to me.”
“But, we can’t…”
“You’re starting to sound like a broken record. Why are you arguing, when your body tells both of us otherwise?” Rafe unthreaded his fingers from her hair and cupped the sides of her breasts as he planted kisses against her chin and the curve of her neck. “Mmm, you have no idea what it was like to sleep next to you last night with your ass pressed against my dick. You’re one sexy lady.” He pulled away just enough to cover her quivering mounds with large muscular hands.
India shook in reaction. Pinpricks of pleasure raced along her spine. She wanted to denounce him, tell him she didn’t want this, but she couldn’t get the words past the lump in her throat.
“Tell me you weren’t feeling something too.”
She shook her head. “I…no.” The words sounded false even to her ears.
His lips slanted into a wicked smile that made her heart flip. His amber eyes flashed with lust and blatant desire. “Liar.”
India’s mind was too hazy with passion to protest when he lowered the bodice of her dress. Her nipples puckered the instant the gentle island breeze brushed across them.
“Beautiful.” His gaze fastened on the proud peaks.
“You only have to say one word and I’ll stop right now.”
Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Damn him for making her feel this way, but who was she kidding? She did want this. Boldly, she pulled him to her with a moan, loving it when his lips latched on to one of the hardened nubs, sucking it and creating a tugging motion that triggered twinges of fire between her thighs.
Rafe took his time licking and laving the tip, circling the areola until she was trembling with delight and her need to be one with him.
Suddenly, India had the strangest sensation of being watched. Turning her head slightly, she stiffened when she encountered a pair of crystal blue eyes staring back. It was like a bucket of ice water being thrown over her head.
Rafe lifted his head. “What’s the matter?”
“Get off.” She pushed at his shoulders, mortified at what she’d just done. India barely knew the man, yet here she was rolling in the sand with him like she was in the Chris Isaac’s “Wicked Game” video. If her parents could see her now, they’d call her a whore.
Grant didn’t turn away as most people probably would have in an instance like this, but then again, he was probably as shocked as she was.
Rafe happened to turn his gaze in the direction of hers and must have noticed Grant as well. “It’s okay, he’s—”
“No, it’s not okay. Now get up!” She wiggled from beneath him, frantically tugging up the top half of her dress.
“Wait, India.”
“Rafe, I said no.” She scrambled to her feet and ran toward the shelter of the cave, not stopping until she was in the shaded cavern. Pressing her back against the stone wall, India slid down until her bottom hit the ground. She drew her knees to her chest. What the hell had gotten into her? Never in her life had she acted so impulsively. She was a woman of reason and logic, not some prepubescent teen who reacted solely on raging hormones.
India dropped her head against her knees, trying to banish the image of what just happened with Rafe. Her emotions were out of whack, yet the tears wouldn’t come. She’d probably used them all the night before when she’d landed on this place.
The look on Grant’s face only added to her humiliation. His expression was one of such abject fascination, making her wonder exactly how much he’d witnessed. It didn’t seem as if he’d been disgusted or distressed at what he’d seen. He seemed as though… No. That wasn’t possible. There was already too much for her to cope with. The very idea of Grant enjoying what he saw made everything even more sordid. Worst of all, why did she feel like she’d betrayed Grant by kissing Rafe?
How could she face either of them? India didn’t have long to ponder the question before she was joined.
“India?” a concerned voice called out to her. It was Grant.
“Go away. I don’t want to talk.”
He stepped further into the cave. “I can understand—”