Tempt (Take It Off)(14)

The trees around use were heavy with ripe mangos. The yellowish-green-colored skin was a beacon to my belly. The only time I'd ever eaten a mango was after I'd sliced it up and peeled off the skin. Those luxuries didn't apply here. I was starving and all I cared about was getting something in my very empty belly.                       
       
           



       

I plucked one off a tree and rubbed it on my shirt, about to bite in, but I stopped. I turned, seeking out Nash and spotting him just yards away. As I moved closer, he must have sensed my presence because he turned toward me.

I held out the fruit, offering it to him. His lips pulled up in a half smile as he leaned forward and took a bite out of the juicy flesh, still leaving it in my hand. Nectar slid down his lips, but he caught it with his tongue, dragging the sweetness back into his mouth. I watched, transfixed, forgetting I was hungry for food as a different desire swept over me.

His body stiffened as he chewed and a choking sound ripped from his throat. He wrapped his hands around his neck as his eyes bulged.

"Nash?"

He made a gurgling sound.

I looked at the mango in my hand …  wondering if maybe it wasn't a mango at all.

Maybe it was poisoned.





9




Alarm slammed into me and I threw down the fruit and reached out for him. "Nash!" I cried, so afraid he was going to die and there would be nothing I could do to save him.

Seeing my genuine fear, he dropped his hands and caught me by the shoulders. "I'm fine."

"Are you poisoned?" I demanded, adrenaline still pumping through my limbs.

"I was only kidding."

"Here, drink some water! Rinse out your mouth," I said, yanking the water from his pocket and thrusting it at him.

"Ava!" he said sternly, taking hold of my wrists. "I'm fine. It was a joke."

His words finally penetrated my anxiety and I stared at him, astonished. Then anger took hold and I smacked at his chest. "That was mean!" I squealed. "My God, you scared me half to death."

His brows drew together. "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to scare you. I was teasing."

Duke pushed his way between us, inserting his body in front of mine, and gave Nash a shove. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he growled. "Did you see how scared she was?"

I felt tears prick the back of my eyes and I pushed them away. Any other time I would have laughed. It would have been funny. But not here. Not now.

"You're a douche," Duke said, crossing his arms across his chest.

I stepped out around him and looked at Nash, whose jaw was working overtime, his back teeth grinding furiously. He caught me looking and pulled me against him roughly, wrapping me in his arms. "I'm sorry," he murmured, rubbing my back. "I wasn't thinking."

I made a sound against his chest. What would I do here without him? What would I do if he was seriously hurt or worse? I felt my body shake and I tried to control it. I tried not to worry.

Nash reached between us, titling up my chin with his hands. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised softly. "I'm an ass. Forgive me." Then he pressed an ultra-light, ultra-brief kiss to my lips.

Just that brief contact made me feel better.

"It's okay. I didn't mean to freak out."

Behind me, Duke snorted. Nash's eyes flicked over my shoulder but then back to me as he yanked another mango free and wiped it on his shoulder, pressing it against my lips. "Eat."

I forgot all about his joke and tore into the succulent fruit. I ate it in what seemed like seconds flat. Then he handed me another. "You too," I told him, watching as he grabbed a couple and started chowing down.

I wandered through the fruit trees, eating and filling up my messenger bag until it was swollen and packed with the fruit. I caught sight of Duke at the edge of my vision and he motioned for me to join him.

When I stopped at his side, he pointed to a few palm trees reaching up into the sunlight. "There's your coconuts," he said.

I made a sound of disappointment. "They're so high up."

"I'll get you one."

"You can get those?" I asked, doubt lacing my tone.

"What will you give me if I do?" he asked, a hint of playfulness catching my attention. I smiled.

"I won't turn into a cannibal and eat you," I promised with mock seriousness.

He threw back his head and laughed.

"So are you any good at climbing palm trees?" I crossed my arms over my chest and studied him.

Duke leaned close and whispered. "I've got lots of hidden talents."

The shot of heat in my belly shocked me. I felt my eyes widen.

He chuckled and handed me a few mangos he was holding. Then he shimmied up the trunk of the palm tree.

I stood there and watched in awe. He was like a living monkey. I could tell he was very adept at this and he moved quickly, so quickly that I was amazed by his agility.

"Look out below!" he called when he reached the top. I shrieked and ran for cover as coconuts rained from the tree.                       
       
           



       

Within minutes, he was back down on the ground and I rushed to gather everything that rolled beneath the foliage. I made a little pile beneath the tree and then went after the last one that was deep beneath a broad leaf.

When I pulled back, he was right there, practically on top of me. I jerked back. "Geesh. You're quick."

"Practice," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Thank you for this."

"And now for the payment," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips.

The bottom of my stomach fell out.

Did he want me to kiss him?

"Uhhh," I said, unsure what to do. My eyes automatically looked for Nash.

"Right here," Duke said, tapping a finger to his cheek.

I grinned in relief. Holding the coconut between us, I leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. I pulled back, but not all the way, our eyes connecting. Something shifted between us. I could feel his desire, his want for me.

It was heady and intoxicating.

"Ava," Nash called, appearing out of nowhere.

I jerked and stepped back, rushing to show him the coconuts. I couldn't help but notice the narrowed-eyed stare he gave Duke when he thought I wasn't looking.

"Look!" I exclaimed, motioning to the pile of fuzzy coconuts.

"Now we just have to crack them open," Nash said ruefully.

"I can help with that," Duke cut in.

I spun. "You can?"

He nodded. "Come on." We each gathered up a couple coconuts and then set off on foot again, following behind Duke. I could feel Nash's curious stare on me from time to time, but I didn't acknowledge it. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what he was trying to figure out.

We came to a little area that seemed to have more dense foliage than the other places around us. Duke ducked inside a little area of palm fronds that had grown together closely, making a sort of shelter. Seconds later, he appeared carrying a machete.

"Here, you can use this." He extended it to me.

"Really?"

He nodded. I took the handle, surprised at the weight. "Thank you."

"Where did you get that?" Nash asked.

"Found it."

"But if we take this, what will you use?"

He shrugged. "I can use that one. It will give me an excuse to come visit you."

I smiled.

"We should probably start back." Nash cut in quickly.

"I'll show you the way," Duke offered and started out ahead of us, leading us back the way we came. On the way through the mango trees, I grabbed a couple more and feasted.

By the time we arrived back at the plane, the sky was darkening and the cicadas were starting their evening song.

"Where did the day go?" I asked, placing all the food beside the plane.

"You're on island time now." Duke reminded me with a grin.

I picked up a coconut, studying it and wondering how hard it was going to be to break into.

"Here," Duke said, taking it from me and retrieving the machete from where Nash had leaned it before going off to the men's room (aka: over behind a tree).

I wasn't surprised when he used the tool expertly. I was beginning to realize that Duke was a wealth of skill and information. He could very well help us survive out here.

A minute later, he handed me the coconut. The top had a few layers peeled away and a gash in the tip. "Drink the liquid first. Then I'll split it open and you can eat the flesh inside."

"Would you like one too?" I gestured toward the mini mountain.

He shook his head. "You keep them. I ate a couple earlier."

The slightly sweet, creamy liquid of the coconut hit my tongue in a burst of flavor. I groaned in appreciation and tilted it back farther, taking more into my mouth.

Duke chuckled. "That's good, huh?"

"You have no idea," I murmured and then went back for more.

He watched me like I was an entertaining show on TV, and I found that his gaze didn't make me uncomfortable. I didn't feel self-conscious around him like I sometimes did with people I just met. I already felt like he and I were bonded. And maybe we already were. After all, we all had one very big thing in common. We were survivors.