“Is that why you’re not with your family on Christmas?” she asked.
“That’s a long story.” Trey paused and gathered his thoughts. He wanted Sophie to admire him, to see him as a good person. But some of the things he’d done in his life had been awfully silly and self-centered.
“Until recently, my father disapproved of my lifestyle,” he admitted. “And my spending habits. I had a trust fund I got when I turned eighteen and I used it to move as far away from my family as possible. Going home always meant listening to my dad’s lectures on personal responsibility. After a while, I’d been gone so long, nobody even expected me to show up on the holidays.”
“But you’re working for your father now.”
“Out of necessity. I don’t have any money left. And he figured it was about time I settled down and made something of myself. I didn’t really have a choice.”
He’d never really wanted his father’s respect, at least that’s what he’d told himself. And from the moment Trey was old enough to stand up to Peter Shelton II, Trey’s mother, Carolyn, had abdicated her role as mediator in their relationship.
But as Trey began to see his life for what it really was, he realized that his father had a point. Sooner or later, a man had to take responsibility for doing something of value in the world. Trey’s first realization came when he found himself out of money, with nothing to show for it. But the second realization came just hours ago, as the plane was descending without power.
What would he be remembered for if he’d died? In a few years, no one would even miss him. He had never truly loved a woman, never had a family or permanent home. He’d be forever known as the wastrel son of a successful billionaire. It was time to change that, time to make his father see that he was worth the investment.
“When they realize we’re missing, they’re going to call your family, too,” Sophie said.
Trey laughed. “My father will probably be relieved,” he joked. “One less worry in his life.” The joke just wasn’t funny anymore, he mused.
“Don’t say that,” Sophie murmured, reaching up to press her finger to his lips. “Things couldn’t be that bad.”
“My life was planned out from the time I was born. I was the male heir to the Shelton Hotel empire. Even though my two older sisters have been devoted to the family business, my father wanted me to run it. That’s a lot of pressure for a teenager and I guess I felt I should be the one to decide. So, from the time I was about thirteen, I started to rebel. And it felt good, to see him finally realize he wasn’t in control of my future.”
“And what do you want now?” she asked, leaning back on her elbows and stretching her feet out in front of her.
That was a loaded question, a question he’d been trying to answer his entire adult life. What did he want? Right now, he wanted to kiss Sophie, to lean over and pull her down onto the blanket with him. “I’d settle for more of that mango,” he murmured.
She handed him the knife and a fresh mango and he cut off a piece, slicing it in the same way she had. He pulled a small square of flesh off the leathery skin and held it out to her. When she moved to take it into her mouth, he held it back. Slowly, he approached her lips, then ran the fruit along her lower lip before placing it on her tongue.
It was meant to be a playful gesture, but the moment their eyes met, Trey realized how easy it was to mistake the game for sexual foreplay.
His gaze dropped to her lips, damp with the fruit’s nectar. Unable to stop himself, he leaned over her and drew his tongue along her bottom lip. They were both sticky with the juice and the sweet taste was like an aphrodisiac. She licked his chin before returning to his mouth.
Sophie kissed him, her tongue slipping between his lips to tease at his. Trey held back, wanting to see how far she might go to seduce him. When she pulled away, he noticed a tiny smile curling the corners of her mouth. She took the slice of mango from his hand and squeezed it over his chest, the juice dripping down from his collarbone to his khakis.
Sophie pushed him back until he was braced on his elbows. Slowly, she began to lick the juice off his skin, her tongue tracing a tantalizing path over his chest and abdomen. When she’d licked up nearly all the juice, Trey grabbed the other half of the mango, tore at the flesh and squeezed it over his belly.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her lips against his skin. But Sophie didn’t stop there. She worked open the button on his khakis and slowly drew the zipper down. Thinking she’d stop once she finished the last of the juice, Trey reached down to run his fingers through her hair.
But she didn’t stop. Instead, she tugged at the waistband of his pants until she’d pulled them and his boxers over his hips, exposing his desire to her touch. Then she picked up another mango and sliced it open, before rubbing the fruit over his belly and his cock.
The juice felt cool against his hot shaft and he moaned as her lips brushed the swollen tip. Trey knew what was coming and he waited, the anticipation of it almost too much to bear.
A moment later, a jolt of pleasure coursed through his body as she took him into her mouth. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, the sensations so intense that it made rational thought nearly impossible.
She took her time, using her tongue to bring him closer to the edge before allowing a gradual retreat. He’d enjoyed this same act with other women, but his reactions had never been quite so powerful. Every movement sent a flood of sensation racing through his body.
Trey felt the breeze on his skin, her silky hair sliding across his abdomen as she moved above him. He heard the palms rustling and the tarp snapping. Every nerve had become more attuned, until he was alive with desire.
This was paradise, he thought as he gave himself over to the rush of surrender. He reached for her, knowing he was close but she continued making love to him with her lips and tongue. And when he finally allowed himself, he found exquisite release in the warmth of her mouth.
He lay back, his body tingling and his thoughts hazy. Nothing had prepared him for this. Her touch was so arousing, he was barely able to control himself. And the feeling of surrender that she evoked was becoming dangerously addictive.
Trey pushed up on his elbows and looked down at Sophie. He reached out and tipped her chin up until her gaze met his. A satisfied smile touched her beautiful lips and she reached for another mango and bit into the tough skin before sucking on the fruit.
“Are you still hungry?” she asked, holding out the mango.
Trey shook his head. For the first time in his life, he felt completely satisfied. And that scared him.
“I DON’T THINK THE FISH are hungry.”
Sophie leaned out of the plane. Trey sat on the float, his back braced against the wheel strut, his feet dangling in the water. “Your feet are probably scaring them away. Haven’t you ever fished before?”
“No,” Trey said. “Maybe you should do this and I’ll try to fix the radio. I built a ham radio for a science project once.”
Sophie had pulled the radio out of its bracket and exposed the wires, but no matter how she attached them to the battery, nothing seemed to work. With a frustrated groan, she reached for the pocketknife that had fallen beneath the pilot’s seat. As she searched, Sophie noticed a small plastic case shoved almost out of reach. To her surprise, she found a flare gun and an EPIRB transponder inside, part of an old life-raft kit that had once been stored in the tail of the plane.
All the tools they’d need for a quick rescue, she mused. But did she want to be rescued? If the batteries were still good on the transponder, she’d merely have to flip a switch and an emergency radio beacon would go out from their little island to any passing planes or ships. They could be back in Tahiti by dinnertime.