Passions Recalled: Forbidden Passions, Book 2 by Loribelle Hunt Read Free Book Online Page B

squeezed some shampoo in the palm of her hand and fingered it through her hair. After she rinsed it, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her hair and one around her body. She eyed her clothes and tried to remember if she’d left underwear in his bungalow a year ago. If she had, did he still have them? Not sure if she wanted the answer to that she decided to go commando and pulled on the jeans and shirt.
    The material rasped over her sensitized skin. Her pussy grew wet against the hard crotch of the jeans and her nipples pebbled when the shirt brushed over them. She groaned. Would even her clothes conspire against her to keep her ready and willing for Jason?
    She wanted him again already, with that deep craving she’d hoped to defeat. Turned out she’d only partially managed to numb herself to her body’s demands. Now that it was fully reawakened she didn’t think she could turn it off. Wasn’t sure if she even wanted to. It was a problem she wasn’t ready to deal with quite yet. She was stuck with him until the storm passed, might as well enjoy him while she could. She just had to keep her heart out of it so that when the inevitable happened, when he left her, it wouldn’t hurt as bad as before. He may have thought she was dead, but she didn’t have that excuse. She hadn’t insisted on speaking to him herself. She’d withdrawn in hurt and anger. Eventually he’d probably see her failure to contact him as a betrayal, or worse, cowardice. She couldn’t really argue he was wrong, either.
    Sighing, she pulled the towel off her head and let the length of her hair fall down her back. A quick search of the bathroom drawers gave up a single comb but no brush. She decided to let her hair air dry while she searched the rest of the house.
    She came up empty except for the romance novel she’d left in Jason’s bungalow at the resort. No phones. No computer. No outside communication. Grumbling, she went to the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled as she entered, and she wondered how long it had been since she’d eaten. Not that it mattered, since she was hungry now.
    The electricity was out. The stove was electric, but there was a camp stove pushed to one corner of the kitchen counter next to a case of water. Jason had obviously prepared for the storm. She cleared a space for the camp stove and fiddled with the knobs, trying to remember how they worked. One of the burners lit. Satisfied she could get something warmed, she turned it off to search the pantry. It was almost bare, and she wondered what Jason lived on. He was leaner, but by no means small. He had to be feeding his bulk, but damned if she could tell how. She found more cases of water, a box of MREs and the odd can of veggies and soup.
    She pulled out a couple of cans of beef stew and bread and then retrieved cheese and mustard from the refrigerator before she rummaged for a saucepan. She dug a handheld can opener from a drawer and used it on the can before she poured the stew into the pot. Then she placed it on the burner and relit the camp stove. She was making cheese sandwiches when the front door banged open.
    She winced at the sound and heard Jason walk into the small room but, instead of acknowledging him at first, she finished covering the bread with slices of cheese and started squirting circles of mustard on the opposite slices.
    She felt his gaze on her. Desire rushed through her, heating her skin and accelerating her heartbeat into a wild staccato rhythm. Knowing he could hear it, she turned to face him.
    “Found some clothes, I see,” Jason said when she finally lifted her face to meet his gaze.
    He stood in the doorway, rain dripping off his body. He seemed tense, twitchy and he looked around the room before his gaze finally settled on her. He was naked, all rippling muscle, not an ounce of fat, and his cock was hard. He made no effort to hide it, and she couldn’t avert her eyes. Moistening her lips, afraid of the crushing urge to