His wild hair caressed her shoulders and breasts. His strong thighs forced hers willingly open, and he came closer.
She looked over her shoulder and saw her neatly folded sarong and bikini bottom. Something struggled to reach her consciousness, but how could it when she drowned in pleasure. Before Melanie knew what she was doing, she had reached her arms around him and pulled herself up to his chest, her own hard nipples pressing into the straining sinews of his flesh.
"Melanie." He whispered passionately into her ear.
His shorts were still half covering the perfection of his ass. God, there were more muscles on his butt than most men had in their entire bodies! She reached down with her right hand and pushed them down.
Oh my God! It was missing.
"No!"
Now she remembered everything.
"Yes." He growled.
"Get away from me!" She hissed at him.
"Melanie, what is it?"
She bunched her fist and slammed it into his left temple. He rolled to the sand dazed. Melanie jumped to her feet, cast around for a weapon and then picked up a log from a pile of firewood behind her.
"God, Melanie. Please. What is it? What have I done?"
"Just get out of here, Sebastian."
"Melanie, no. I thought you felt the same way as me?"
She raised the log over her head.
"Okay, okay, I'm going. Please just don't tell Alex. Please, you have to promise me!"
Melanie hesitated. They were alone on the island. Just the three of them. The last thing she wanted was for Alex to lose his head and do something crazy.
"Just go." She said. "I won't tell him."
He went to his knees in front of her. "Thank you Melanie--"
"Wait." She interrupted him. "I won't tell him yet. But if you keep up this charade, then I will." He stared at her. "If you come near me again, I'll tell him everything." He was wracked with pain and despair.
"What have I done?" He whispered.
"Just go. Go now, before I start screaming for help."
He fled into the darkness of the forest.