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fine.”
    It might have been big enough for two normal-sized people, but it was really only big enough for one Tarzan. That was okay though. I could curl up on my side and make room, but I couldn’t stand to watch him spend the night snapping awake every few minutes.
    “Listen, I’m not scared of you,” I said when he stayed where he was. “If you were going to hurt me, I think you would have already. It’s okay. Just, please, come lay down.”
    After that, I lay back on my side, scooting as close to the wall as I could to make room for him. When he still didn’t budge, I came at it from a different angle. Wrapping my arms around my core, I shivered as best as I could in what I guessed was seventy-degree temperatures. I did it again, and before the third shiver started to quake through my body, I heard the sounds of movement as he crawled toward me.
    His breaths were uneven. I felt the mattress move beneath me as his body lowered onto it. For a minute, there was nothing. Both of us seemed to be holding our breaths as an inexplicable energy charged between us. It felt tangible and impossible to ignore. I soon discovered, as I felt my body fight to angle toward him, that it was impossible to deny. My hands curled into fists as I fought against touching his flesh.
    Just as I was about to lose the battle, his solid, heavy arm curled around me before drawing my body close to his. My feigned shivers from being chilled were replaced by real ones from being aroused.
    Warmth enveloped me everywhere his skin touched mine, until I could feel it making its way deep into my core, straight into my heart. This man, whose name and history I didn’t know, had found his way into my heart. The first one ever and, quite foreseeably, the last.
    Long after his breathing had evened out, I stayed awake, reveling in the feel of being so close to another soul. Overwhelmed by the way that, even in sleep, his hold on me never once loosened.
    As I fell asleep, one word snuck out from deep within me, tumbling past my lips before I could swallow it back. “Mine.”

4
    Jane
    M y second morning waking up on the island was infinitely more pleasurable than my first morning had been. Possibly because my head didn’t feel like it was about to split open, but most likely because I woke up with Tarzan’s body still secured around mine and nestling me against him as though his existence depended on me as much as mine did on him.
    His even breath was warm against the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. His lips brushed against my skin every few exhales. Sometime in the night, his hold around me had wandered. One arm had drifted higher, so his hard forearm was pillowed against my chest, and the other had drifted far enough south that I awoke to find the space between my legs wet with desire.
    Shit . I didn’t have any underwear on. In fact, I didn’t have anything on beneath this lab coat. This was not the ideal time to let my body get all hot and bothered. Especially with the way Tarzan’s leg had managed to wedge between mine, digging halfway up my thighs. God, another few inches and his leg would be pressed hard against my wet sex. We’d made progress last night; I didn’t want to go back to him ignoring me if he woke up to find me panting in heat.
    Ever so gently, I tried to shift just enough out of his hold that I could talk myself back from the aroused ledge, but the moment I moved, his whole body framed around me tighter.
    “Oh, god,” I breathed when his leg rode higher up my thighs. I could feel his skin against mine. His leg hard against my pussy, making it ache with desire. At the same time, his arm around my chest tightened, making my nipples harden from the touch.
    As I struggled to regain my breath, I cycled through a whole myriad of thoughts I hoped would shake some sense into me. But the reminders of being stranded with a person who didn’t talk, never to see the face of civilization again, failed to bring me down from