BILLIONAIRE Island: Idyllic Mischief by Savannah May Page A

had contributed to the murdering of the baby. It may be crazy but minds work in crazy ways and the only way through was to accept the craziness not stifle it. The dogs howling outside in the undergrowth bordering the track to the house reminded her that night crazy could be dangerous.
    She lay there for a long time, sleepy and not, remembering the delicious connection of Damien's kiss. How her entire body had craned forward to eagerly reach out to him and draw him into her. She was hungry for him, to feel him deeper inside her and not just her mouth. And it was terrifying.
    Shit. Her skin pounced up, alert to movement across the garden. Her heart was bashing its way out of her chest making the simple act of breathing agony. Snake, a wild dog come in through the open gate? Why the hell hadn't she gone to close them after Damien roared off? She lay very still, pondering the option of leaping up and whether she'd get the door slid shut before the dog pounced.
    By the time she realized the shadow movement was the figure of a man, he had already emerged from the cacophony of flower bushes and onto the steps.
    “Don't be upset,” Damien held up his hand to calm her.
    “I'm not. What are you doing here? Did your truck break down?”
    “What? No, I left it in the lane so as not to keep waking up the household.”
    “That was very considerate, thank you.”
    “I'm not always a selfish asshole.”
    “Damn, I-”
    “Sometimes I seem to hurt the people I like the most.” He stopped her. “I don't know why. I don't mean to but it happens anyway.”
    “You don't get what you need by pushing people away.”
    “I didn't come to pick a fight. I came to say I didn't mean to push you-if you don't want it.”
    “I do.”
    “What?”
    “I do-want it.”
    In a single bound he was on his knees beside the chaise with her hand in clasped in both of his. He raised it to his mouth and pressed it there.
    “I'm just nervous,” she whispered, quivering at the feel of her hand smothered by his. “You're a bit of a player.”
    “I am. Before- I was. There aren't too many girls to choose from here. And not one like you, no don't roll your eyes, I mean it. Or if they are, they're always leaving to go home before I get to find out.”
“It must be hard on such a tiny island.”
    “Yes and no. I find ways to keep it amusing. It is hard to have any friends when you're me.”
    He was so close, her body was reaching again, her breasts warm and stretching to him, the smell of woody smoke flesh rose behind her eyes. She put her hands around his stubbling jaw and drew his face to hers. Their mouths opened and delved into the other. His tongue explored herlips then delved into her mouth and Indie felt fountains start up from her core, playing jets through her entire body.
    They ripped into each other ferociously, echoing the dogs beyond the gates, the howling seemed to get louder. He moved his lips down her neck and clavicle, across her breast bone to take a mound into his mouth. Indie had no doubt that she wanted him more than her own future. She clutched his broad shoulders, running her hands over the curving muscle, the taut back of his neck, into his hair, working her fingertips against the back of his skull. He was inside her before she knew it, the stretch of her tightened walls at his forced entry, delightful as they opened again after so long. She held on to the wide round shoulders and gasped as he pushed right up to the mound. Damn waited deep inside of her, spiraling his pelvis to corkscrew ever deeper into the cavern. They held each other very close, her deep tunnel clenched him, pulling him in. She had to have him closer, deeper. Then he withdrew his long shaft all the way, the head played at the ring of her clasped entrance before he powered into her again, making her gasp as if for the first time. Indie trembled at the friction of his cock pounding rhythmically into her delicate pussy. She held him close to her, his mouth playing