The Billionaire's Beautiful Intruder (Billionaire Knights Book 3) by Nic Saint Read Free Book Online Page A

asking him the most curious questions, he thought, and he found that he was fascinated with the way she looked at him, those sparkling green eyes of hers the most amazing sight. It was as if they shifted with every emotion. They could shimmer with fury or fear or surprise… or pleasure? His eyes dropped to her mobile mouth, and he suddenly felt a powerful and all-consuming urge to explore the contours of her lips with the tip of his tongue.
    “No, I haven’t,” he told her gruffly. “And I suggest you don’t either.”
    “So what do you actually do around here?” she asked, suddenly curious.
    He shrugged. “I take it one day at a time, basically. I chop wood, do some chores around the house, prepare my meals… do some yoga… meditation.”
    Her jaw dropped. “Yoga and meditation?” Was he kidding her? He definitely didn’t look like the yoga type.
    He eyed her intently. “You don’t think a soldier can be into yoga? I find it helps me find peace—a peace I sorely missed when I was fighting a war.”
    She nodded. She hadn’t wanted to sound so… astonished, but then he really didn’t strike her as the kind of person who would be into that kind of stuff. He really was defying her expectations. Or should she say her preconceived ideas?
    “Let’s start back,” he told her, when the silence stretched out for minutes.
    She wasn’t disappointed. Far from being attracted to the dark forest below, she was glad they were moving away from it. Though she had to admit the sheer ruggedness of the area and its untamed aspect were awe-inspiring. This was where man hadn’t messed with nature. Where everything was still as it was at the beginning of time, at the start of creation. And suddenly she was reminded that she and Steve were like the Adam and Eve of Tyler Island. The only people in a sea of primeval forest, the only humans inhabiting this uninhabitable place.
    Once again she felt a tremor of awareness travel through her at the notion that it was just her and Steve. She and this imposing, powerful alpha male. The thought of what could happen when a man and a woman were stranded on a deserted island together suddenly produced a stream of images that were quite unwanted and disconcerting. She and Steve on that tiny strip of beach, making love as the waves crashed around them. Or in each other’s arms in that clearing, surrounded by those noble animals. Traversing the island dressed in loincloth, taking every opportunity to make love, voraciously and insatiably. She gulped a little at the sheer eroticism of her fantasies, and tried to eradicate them. She hadn’t come here to make love to this man but to save him, she reminded herself, even though Steve seemed to be doing a pretty good job at saving himself.
    They were walking along in silence, like before, sunlight occasionally flickering through the foliage, its bright light filtered and dappling the forest floor where they stepped. Birds fluttered high above, twittering excitedly, and as she looked up, shielding her eyes from a piercing beam of blinding light, she suddenly tripped over an exposed tree root and went down—hard.

Chapter 6
    H e heard her cry of distress and instantly whirled round to see her crashing down to the earth, her head on a collision course with a sharp rock. In a flash he was by her side, holding her up and preventing her from crushing her head.
    She glanced up at him, her eyes large and surprised, and licked her lips.
    She felt soft in his arms, soft and pliant and delightful, he decided. He hadn’t had the luxury to pick and choose where he grasped her and inadvertently his hand had closed on her breast, his fingers molding the soft flesh. He should have replaced his hand, found a more appropriate spot, but realized that he couldn’t. She felt too damn good. And that’s when it happened. It was that look in her eyes, he later decided, and the feel of her soft warm flesh beneath his fingers. And of course the way her lips parted.