The Billionaire & His Castaway (An Alexa Riley Promises Book 3) by Alexa Riley Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “It’s nothing. It doesn’t even hurt,” I reassure him, but he kisses it anyway, and for some reason that makes my heart flutter.
    It’s crazy how much my feelings for him have changed in just a few hours. How is he nothing like I thought he would be? Or at least like I told myself he was. I was sure he was some billionaire playboy who was also a giant cold dick, but nothing about Kenton has been cold since I landed in paradise with him. Okay, maybe I didn’t land. He crashed into my little vacation. But maybe this was all fate pulling us together. The thought makes me smile. He leans up, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
    “You need to eat.” He gives me another kiss. “Stay in bed and off your foot,” he says before going back to the table. He starts opening up packages. I just roll my eyes, even though I think it’s adorable that he’s so worried about a little scratch on my foot.
    He hands me a granola bar and I take a bite and then another. It’s gone in a matter of seconds. He does the same, then offers me an apple, which I polish off next, along with a bottle of water. The food makes me feel tired. Between the sun and all the swimming today, and let’s not forget the incredible orgasm, I’m shocked I can even keep my eyes open at this point.
    Kenton sits down next to me on the bed. “Lie down with me for a little.”
    I nod as he lies back, pulling me with him. I wrap my arms around him and throw my leg over his waist, burying my face in his neck. Then my eyes feel heavy.
    “Do you really want to get married?” I ask him sleepily.
    “I didn’t think I did until a few months ago,” he admits easily, like it’s no big deal that he keeps implying that we are going to get married. I just kiss his neck because I don’t really have a response to that.
    I want to believe everything he’s saying, but I did grow up with four brothers, and I know all the games men play. They will do anything to get in a girl’s pants, but for someone reason, I just don’t care.
    Maybe I will get my heart broken into a thousand pieces, or maybe I’ll fall madly in love and really marry Kenton. Either way, I’m taking the chance. I told myself I wanted to find a little more of me, and in the few hours with Kenton I’ve already found a lot. And I want to see how much more I can find. Broken heart or not.

Chapter Eight
Kenton
    I wake from one of best nights of sleep I've had in years. A small stream of sunlight comes into the hut. It’s early, maybe 5 a.m. The sun is just rising and casts a sliver of orange through the small window.
    Immediately I’m aware of every inch of Madeline on top of me. Somehow, during the night she rolled over onto me, her body spread out over mine. Her head is on my chest, but her legs have fallen on either side of my hips. Her small white bathing suit is the only thing keeping her from being completely naked.
    The thought has my morning wood aching with need. I don’t move. Instead I just lie there and enjoy the feeling of her pressed against me. Every inch of her is touching me, and it feels like I’m in heaven.
    I’ve waited so long to be this close to her. To be able to hold her in my arms and have her feel what I feel. I’ve wanted her from the minute I saw her, and nothing has changed since then. She’s fought me and pushed me away, but it finally feels like she might be mine. That we’ve cleared that air. Made her see how much I want to be with her.
    I wasn’t joking when I said I was ready for marriage, and I meant with her. I never thought it would happen before I met Madeline, and I know now that it’s because I hadn’t met the right woman. When I met Madeline, that was it for me. I knew that if she wouldn’t have me, I’d just be alone the rest of my life. But I hope that I can convince her. That somehow I can make her mine, and we can have it all. The house with the white-picket fence, babies, grandbabies: a life.
    Her heartbeat is steady, and I feel my own match