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“Well, it’s about…it’s about Raine.”

“It probably will rain all night,” he says. “The way the clouds are gathering together and the wind currents—we might actually get a storm later tonight.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What then?”

“I mean Raine.” I have no idea how to say this. I just know that something isn’t quite right here—something is not normal. I can’t really put my finger on it. “I mean Raine, the woman. Where is she?”

“I have no idea who you are talking about.”

“The woman you rescued.”

“You are the only woman I’ve ever attempted to rescue.”

I start to shake my head. I know this story—it’s one of my favorites—and I don’t understand why he’s denying it.

“You were on your ship,” I say emphatically. “There was a storm, and it capsized. You were on a raft with Raine, but you knew just what to do to survive even though you acted like an ass most of the time.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Kandace.” Bastian gives me a patronizing smile. “That sounds like one of those smut books you like so much.”

“But that’s my point!”

“For fuck’s sake, Kandace!” He pushes me off his lap, turns me around, and grabs my shoulders. “There is no one here but you and me. This is about you and you alone. This is all for you.”

I stare at him, wide-eyed and unprepared for his reaction. The words echo through my head as if they are my own, not his. He relaxes his grip and takes a deep breath before he continues.

“I’m here to make sure you’re safe—protect you from anything that might try to cause you harm. I’m never going to let you out of my sight. Even if you can’t see me, I will always be looking out for you.”

There is nothing but sincerity in his voice and his eyes. I lean into his palm as he caresses the side of my face and kisses my lips softly.

“You really are the man of my dreams,” I whisper.

“And I always will be, Kandace,” he responds just as quietly. He strokes the side of my head. “I will always be right here with you. Always. I’ve got you, babe. Now and forever.”

Chapter 3

Time passes, but I don’t feel it. It seems like only seconds ago I was walking down the beach. Now I sit by the fire just outside Bastian’s shelter and watch the ocean grow darker as the sun sets. There’s a shell with remnants of a meal on it, but I have no recollection of eating. I don’t even recall leaving the shelter after the last roll on the towels with Bastian.

Wasn’t it starting to rain before?

Several ideas in my head don’t coincide with each other. I should be sore, but I’m not. In fact, I feel fantastic. I can’t remember the last time I felt so good—so alive. I’ve never felt so needed and protected as I do right now. I’ve never been in a more serene setting. Everything about this island is perfect.

Too perfect.

Bastian kneels behind me and wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts from behind. I feel first his breath and then the warmth of his mouth on my neck. He trails kisses from my shoulder up to my neck and then back again. He squeezes and massages my breasts, making my toes curl. I can’t believe he’s already at it again, and I can’t believe how quickly my body responds to his touch. I’m already wet, my clit already throbbing. My pussy is practically screaming to have him inside of me again. He’s completely insatiable, and I love every second of it.

It’s a distraction—a perfect distraction.

I ignore the words in my head.

Bastian continues to worship my neck and shoulders with his mouth. His thumbs dance over my nipples, making them hard. His chest is pressed firmly against my back, awakening my body yet again. He’s driving me crazy in the very best possible way.

I want to turn the tables on him, so I place my hands over his and remove them from my tits before turning around to face him. I place my hands on his broad shoulders and kiss him firmly before pushing him on his back in the sand next to the fire. He leans back and grins up at me with one eyebrow raised.

I push on his thighs until he moves his legs out of the way, allowing me to get between them up on my knees. I look down on his face and bite my lip. His eyes grow dark with need as I start to run my hands over his thighs and hips. I massage the muscles but don’t ever touch his dick even as it grows in response to my hands on his skin. I watch it bob up and down as i

t juts out toward his stomach. It’s magnificent. I’m quite sure it is the most perfect cock in the world.


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