Johnny & I : The Island by Daria Paus (hardest books to read txt) 📕

and slipped on a wet spot. My arms flew out trying to catch something to hold on to, and we both landed in the water with a splash. When the shock settled, and I could breathe again, I realized I was still clinging to him, my back pressed against the wall of the tub by the weight of his body on top of mine.

"Are you all right," he asked, moving away enough to be able to look at me. Still somewhat dazed, I managed a breathless nod.

"You?"

He nodded, too.

I was about to speak, but cut myself off as I saw the look on his face staring back at me. Those deep dark eyes burned into mine with an intensity I’d never seen before. Trapped under the weight of his body, I felt like a baby animal in the lock of a lion.

I swallowed, licking my lips as his parted. His eyes seemed to darken as they gazed directly into mine. He shifted his body, drawing closer to me again, and I let out a trembling breath. If I let this continue, there would be no backing out. Clinging to the last strings of rationality, I managed to ask, "Are you sure this is a good—”

He cut me off,  “Fuck that."

His voice sent shivers all through me as he growled into my neck. "I want you."

His lips hovered over mine, and the few seconds of indecision left me trembling in anticipation.

He kissed me without warning, and the feel of those full, salty lips against mine once again made me lightheaded as the heat pulsated in my veins. With a low groan, he deepened the kiss, and fire exploded inside of me.

His hands moved over my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My pulse went into overdrive; throbbing in every possible place of my body. His whole being was packed with so much emotion and pent up passion that at first, it scared me. But as his hands found the bikini string, nervousness rushed over me instead. I held my breath as he untied it, and the few seconds as he moved away to watch the piece of clothing disappear into the water, I considered bolting. This wasn’t me getting naked with the dull boy next door. This was something so different and so much riskier, that it amazed me how I could even consider it. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to get away from this island with my heart intact, but what about the damage control? Just because I was already doomed to end up with a broken heart, didn’t mean I had to make it worse. Meeting him, and falling for him was one thing, sleeping with him was a whole new level of stupid.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice forced me out of my head and back to the moment. “Stunning.”

I could only stare at him. Then he smiled, and all the fear and insecurity melted away. Who he was didn’t matter, not in a moment like this. My body sure as hell didn’t care, it just wanted him, and I no longer had the strength to resist it.

"Bree.”

He didn't need to speak, the question was evident in his eyes. And yes, I was sure, I'd never wanted anything more badly than I wanted him right now.

12

Crash & Burn

I didn’t remember how we’d ended up in the bedroom, but as I felt him shift, I lazily opened my eyes to see him throw the blanket off of him to sit up.

I watched him as he sat with his back toward me, wrapping the blanket around his waist and sighed. Something was wrong. It had been too good to be true. Nothing with Johnny was easy, and this wasn't an exception.

I studied his naked body, illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the bedroom window. He’s perfect, the little voice whispered. He's the perfect disaster. I was bound to agree for once. There was no doubt he was the most handsome thing I’d ever seen, and I would gladly have settled with that, but the best things in life were never easy. Johnny was one of those things.

I sat, too, scooting over to put a hand on his back. “Hey?”

The moment my fingers touched his skin, he tensed, and I felt a shiver ripple through him.

“What's wrong?”

His silence made me sigh.

“Johnny?” I moved closer, wrapped one arm around him and leaned in to kiss his neck.

He didn't move, didn't even react to my touches. “Hey.” I shifted so I could see his face, and the moment I saw that haunted look in his eyes I regretted it. Ignorance sometimes was bliss. There was no doubt, he regretted sleeping with me. He felt bad. If his stiff posture facing away from me hadn't given him away, the look on his face surely did.

“Please don't do this.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

He let out a quivering breath.

“Bree I—” He shook his head.

I waited, preparing for the worst, but the words he’d been about to speak never came.

“Johnny, please.” I hugged him from behind, feeling him tense as my overheated skin pressed against his. I kissed his neck, enjoying the shivers rippling through him.

“Bree.” His voice came out as a breathless whisper. “Wait.”

It took all my willpower to stop. My breath trembled as I sat, waiting for him to make up his mind.

He didn't move, nor did he speak. Watching him tremble from tension, and listening to shallow breaths . . . I couldn't take it anymore. Irritation bubbled up. Why was he struggling so hard to resist what he obviously wanted? Hell, just moments ago he’d been all over me, leaving zero doubt about the attraction level.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I wanted to cry. I'd just had the best night of my life. And now this? “If you didn't want it, you should’ve thought about that before—” My voice broke. I moved away from him.

He rubbed his eyes before running