Johnny & I : The Island Daria Paus (fun books to read for adults txt) 📖

"You ain’t what you think you are." I let my hand caress his arm, up to his shoulder and across his chest. "You’re not bad. Not poison." I shook my head at the weird choice of word. How could he think like that? I didn't know what he’d been through, but I suspected it was bad. How could anyone have such thoughts about themselves if they hadn't been told so numerous of times? Maybe not verbally, but in some way. I was sure there must’ve been a great deal of emotional abuse or trauma involved to leave him with such feelings. I felt like crying as I thought about it. How could anyone ever tell him he was anything less than beautiful? In just a few days I'd seen straight through him, and I wasn't scared, wasn't poisoned. All I saw was a broken man suffering from too many empty promises and heartaches. How anyone could call that poison was more than I could understand.

"You don't know what you’re talking about,” he said.

"I do. I can feel it."

It looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he sighed and closed his eyes, letting out a long quivering breath.

"Hey," I brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. "You ok?"

He opened his eyes. Without moving a single muscle of his face, he kept on staring at me with those deep dark eyes brimming with tears. My heart swelled with emotion and I had to look away.

When I looked back, his eyes were closed and a wet trail glimmered on his cheek. I reached out, brushing my finger over it. Then I let them stay there as I shifted closer to him. His gaze caught mine, and my heart skipped a beat from the intensity.

I hesitated a few seconds, then leaned in to kiss him. When I pulled away to watch him, his eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. I placed a hand over his heart, feeling the quick beats under my trembling fingers.

He let out a breath, only to suck in a new one. Slow, calming. He swallowed, took a new breath, and then finally, looked up at me.

The look on his face spoke louder than any words could have. The vulnerability, the surrender. Raw feelings he'd never let slip, until now. The reckless abandon of fear. His heart exposed for me to either crush or hold. I hadn't been scared before, but now I was.

I'd wanted him to give himself to me fully, to not hide or hold back. So why did I hesitate? How could I even have any doubt?

He will ruin you. My mind warned. He knows it. You know it. He wasn’t poison, but he didn't need to be. Being himself was enough. Broken, damaged, Hollywood hunk. I was doomed to end up with a broken heart.

Watching him now, I couldn't care. I hadn't been given this chance just to give in to my own fears.

He reached out a hand, caressing my cheek and the moment our skin touched, warmth rushed through me and I knew there was no backing out. I was in too deep already. I’d been from day one.

I kissed him again, and the moment his hand slid into my hair and pulled me down, I knew he'd given up and let the struggle end. His hand trembled when it slid over my shoulder, and his breath quivered as his lips hovered over mine.

"I can't escape it." His voice was raw, broken.

"Then don’t.” My lips brushed against his. "You don't have to act in front of me."

I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips against his. My body was on fire as I moved on top of his, but I wanted to go slow this time. To enjoy every second, to feel every inch of his golden tanned skin under my fingers.

Johnny looked good without a shirt. That was a fact. I’d known it long before meeting him, but tracing my fingers across hard lean muscles was something totally different. I couldn't even begin to explain the feeling. He didn't just look good, he was gorgeous. He felt gorgeous. He tasted gorgeous. He was everything I’d dreamed of, and so much more.

I let my lips trail kisses along his jawline and he turned his head to give me full access, letting out a low moan as I continued down the side of his neck. The sound made my belly clench and my pulse quicken. For a moment, the absurdity of the situation made its way into my mind. Things like this didn't happen to people like me, but here I was, in bed with the sexiest movie star in the world, and he was moaning and shivering under my lips. It wasn't the first time I questioned reality, or my sanity, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

My lips moved down his chest, taking the time to kiss and lick every inch of skin until he trembled with anticipation. My smile tickled his skin. He shivered and squirmed under me as I moved across his belly, lips and hands caressing soft skin until the waistline of jeans stopped me.

I grinned up at him, enjoying the gasps and quivering breaths as I began unzipping the jeans. He held his breath, his body still as I slid a hand inside.

With Johnny, going slow was hard. I wanted all of him. Fast. It took all my willpower not to rip his clothes off, and I knew he was just as impatient. I wanted this moment to last forever.

My hands trembled as I finally allowed myself to remove the last layer of clothes. I studied his chiseled body, illuminated by the moonlight, and the feeling of amazement filled my senses. My presence on the island no longer felt like a coincidence. How could a pure chance—a fluke of nature—have brought me to this moment?

My pulse throbbed in every possible place in my body as I hovered over him, savoring the