The Billionaire and His Castaway(9)

Kneeling down behind her, I put more lotion on my hand, and then I start to rub the back of her thighs. She flinches at the touch at first, but then relaxes into the massage.

From what I’ve heard, most women are so self-conscious about this part of their body. The dimples make them feel like they’re somehow unattractive. I’m not sure about other women, but Madeline is exquisite everywhere. All her dips and curves are absolute perfection, and I can’t stop touching her.

I take my time, and when I know I can’t put it off any longer, I stop. But instead of standing up, I go for broke.

“Turn around.”

Slowly, she does as I ask, and she watches me as I’m kneeling before her, putting more lotion in my hands.

“I can do that, Kenton,” she says, hardly above a whisper.

God, I fucking love when she says my name.

“I know, sweet. But I’m already here, so I might as well take care of you.”

I reach forward, rubbing her legs, and she holds them forward for me, allowing me to continue to rub her. She’s so short that I don’t need to stand up to keep going, and thank God, because my cock has taken on a life of its own. People would run in fear if they saw this monster approaching their village.

Moving up the tops of her thighs I look up and lock eyes with her as my fingers slip inside the straps of her hips and spread the lotion. Her shaky hands reach out and land on my shoulder to steady herself, and my hands move up her stomach. When I get to the bottom of her bikini top, I realize it would only take a slight tug to release a breast and have her nipple in my mouth. My teeth and tongue ache to feel the hard bud, and I have to grit my teeth to ease the need.

My big hands span her stomach and move up slowly. I watch as her full lips part, and she releases a breath, and I wonder if she’s wet. The white bathing suit bottom reveals nothing, but I want to pull it to the side and peek to see if her pink folds are as damp as my trunks. The two of us are desperate to entwine.

“I’ve got it from here,” Madeline suddenly says, turning away from me and taking a step away.

I have to blink a few times and take a deep breath to remember where I am. Fucking Christ, that was intense, and I damn well know she felt it.

Then I feel a sinister smile spread across my lips.

“Hey, sweets. Do you think you could do me?”





Chapter Five





Madeline




It’s been hours and I can still feel him against my fingertips, no matter how many times I’ve tried to forget. Even after all the time we spent snorkeling, it’s still all I can think about.

I glance over at Kenton, who’s pulling stuff out of the bag he brought, and he hands me a bottle of water.

“The tide is changing,” I say, pointing to where we entered the lagoon. “When is the boat coming back? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”

I start walking down the beach to get a better look, but it’s all the same. There’s a ring of rocks around the lagoon keeping the water still and warm. But beyond that is a giant ocean with waves that look to be getting bigger by the minute.

“I don’t think the kayak is going to hold up on those waves,” Kenton says from behind me, much closer than I expect.

“What are we going to do? The boat can’t come in the lagoon, it’s too big. We can’t take the kayak out in that.” I feel a little panic start to sneak up my spine, and I turn to look at Kenton. “Oh God, what if they don’t come back? The sun is setting. What--”

“Relax, Madeline.” His voice is soothing, and he reaches out, rubbing his big palms up and down my arms. “Just take a deep breath. The tide may have been too rough, and they headed back. I’ve got plenty of supplies, and I’m sure they’ll come for us soon. Just take a breath. Don’t freak out on me.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and do what he says. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my rising fear and just focus on what we can control. The sun will be setting soon, and by the look of the pack Kenton brought, I’m sure we’ll be fine until morning. This will all be okay. We’ve got our sea kayak, supplies, and they’ll come for us. They have to, the freaking owner of their hotel is with me. That thought goes a long way to calm me. People will be looking for him. Lots of people. I’m sure it’s just the change in tide or the current, and they’ll be back soon enough.

“Okay,” I say, taking another breath. “Okay.” The second time my answer is stronger, and I nod, looking around us.

“Let’s have a look around and see if there’s anything we can use for a shelter.”

I bite my lip as the panic returns. We’re going to have to stay the night.