CHAPTER 70: THE SURPRISE (3)

Nick’s POV

Georgia went ahead, leaving me to finish up. Once I was done, I threw everything onto the blanket—shampoo, towels, empty boxes, the Crocs—and rolled it into a tight bundle. I figured it was better to leave them in the cave. Who knows... maybe one day, someone else would get swept onto this island like we did. At least they’d have something.

When I reached the cave, I slowed.

There she was.

Sitting on a smooth rock with her back to the entrance, gently towel-drying her hair, her figure wrapped in a delicate white dress... but not fully. The back was completely undone, the fabric hanging loose and low, revealing the smooth line of her spine down to her hips.

I froze.

Then she turned.

And just like that, my cock hardened—again.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

This wasn’t something I could control. My body had a mind of its own, and it was ruled entirely by her. One look and I was gone. I swear, I could spend a lifetime buried inside her and still crave more.

And that dress? It wasn’t helping. It barely clung to her chest, draping across her breasts in a way that should’ve been illegal. One wrong move and it would fall, revealing everything I already knew by heart, and still couldn’t get enough of.

"Finally, you’re back!" she said, glancing over her shoulder. I couldn’t tell if she was relieved or annoyed—her tone walked that fine line. Then she rolled her eyes, just like she does when I push too deep and she pretends to complain even though she’s moaning underneath me—

Goddammit, Nick. Get it together! Everything, just everything, leads to her. I should really see a doctor when we get back to the city.

"You miss me that fast?" I teased, trying to mask the growl building in my chest.

She chuckled softly, like she hadn’t just set my whole body on fire. "I need help with my dress. I thought it had a zipper, but it turns out it’s a ribbon. You have to tie me up."

Tie her up...

Her words echoed in my head like a detonator.

Flashes of yesterday burned through my brain, her wrists bound, her thighs trembling, her breasts exposed, her core dripping and aching for me to fill her whole.

Fuck!!!

"Sure," I said, throat dry. "Turn around. Let me... tie you up."

She gave me a side-eye. "Why did that sound creepy?"

I smirked. "You’re overthinking it. Just let me do you fast."

Her brow arched, lips twitching.

Shit!

Did I really just say that out loud?

I bit my tongue to stop the laugh crawling up my throat. She didn’t say anything, just turned around with a slight huff, but I knew she caught it.

Double meaning. And she’s definitely thinking about it now.

Hell, so was I.

And if I’m not careful, this wedding will start with me pressing her against that rock and fucking her until she forgets what we’re even supposed to be doing.

I began pulling the ribbon tighter at her back, letting the fabric mold to her curves, when she suddenly stopped me.

"Wait, Nick... this dress is too tight," she said, her voice filled with frustration.

She shifted, fiddling with the front of the dress, clearly trying to adjust something. I stepped around her without thinking, needing to see, needing to help.

"Let me see," I murmured.

She turned, reluctantly, but her eyes never met mine. They were glued to her chest as she scooped her breasts up, trying to fit them into the narrow top like she was stuffing pillows into a case far too small.

I swallowed hard.

Hard being the word of the hour.

She didn’t care that her nipples peeked out as she shifted and adjusted. She didn’t care that her fingers were brushing skin I’d kissed, sucked, and bitten just hours ago.

But I cared.

I damn well cared.

Because while she was focused on making the dress work, I was standing here with a rapidly swelling cock, already hard before, and now fully alert again.

The beast had calmed for a moment.

But now?

Now it was alive.

Pulsing. Demanding. Desperate to be buried inside the woman who had no idea how much power she had over me with just a glance, a movement, a soft sigh.

She was too comfortable around me. Too unaware of the chaos she stirred in me.

And this dress? This dress might as well have been lingerie with the way it hugged her body and exposed all my weaknesses.

There was no way I could pretend to be unaffected. Not anymore.

Because this wasn’t just lust.

This was her.

And every inch of her made me forget the world and want to claim it—again and again.

With trembling hands and weakened resolve, I reached for the sides of her dress, pretending I was going to help adjust it.

She let go, trusting me completely. Probably thought I’d pull it up, help her secure the fit.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I tugged it down. Abruptly. Intentionally. My breath hitched as the fabric slid past her chest, baring those full, round breasts I worshipped, hands, mouth, tongue. Every inch of me craved them.

Her head whipped toward me, eyes wide. "What the fuck, Nick?!" she gasped, utterly shocked.

She smacked my hands away and reached to pull the dress back up, but my body was no longer taking orders from reason. All it knew was Georgia. All it wanted was her.

I caught her face in my palms and crushed my mouth to hers.

She tried to resist, pushing at my chest, but I expected that. So I pushed harder, not with force, but with desire.

My hand found her breast and squeezed. Hard. Then kneaded it like I’d been starved. She moaned into my mouth, and suddenly, her resistance crumbled. Her hands flew to my waist, pulling me closer as her lips devoured mine.

And then she did the unthinkable.

Her small, delicate hands untucked the towel from around my hips. It fell to the ground in an instant, and her fingers wrapped around my cock with a grip that made my knees nearly buckle.

I pulled back, startled, breathless—half ready to ask if she was sure, if she wanted this... but she beat me to it.

"If we’re doing this..." she whispered, her eyes wild, pupils blown wide with lust, "let’s do it fast. They’ll come looking."

And before I could utter a single word, she slipped out of her dress, placed it neatly on the rock beside us, and dropped to her knees.

I stood frozen.

Awestruck.

Utterly ruined by this woman—again.

She always knew how to steal the air from my lungs... and fuck, I was never going to stop letting her.