Forbidden_A Blakely After Dark Novella_Forbidden Series by Kira Blakely

Author:Kira Blakely [Blakely, Kira]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AG Media, LLC
Published: 2018-03-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Holden

I couldn’t be more fucking angry.

What was she thinking?

What is she even doing out here?

She could’ve fucking died, and I would never have seen her again. Only heard about it from Port Authority after the fact. My nanny, the woman I’ve fallen for, dead out at sea.

I stroke her back and use that soft brush of my skin on hers to calm the beast raging inside me.

Guilt sweeps through me.

And if she had died? Her last memory of me would’ve been me telling her that I can’t do this with her, anymore. That I have to leave. How can I love this woman and let her go so easily?

Simple, I can’t.

I can’t.

I kiss the top of her head. “Don’t do that again.”

She’s stopped crying, at last. She pushes back from me, and I suck in a breath. A weight drops onto my fucking ribcage. She hasn’t got the mask on, now, and neither do I. I didn’t exactly anticipate any company out here.

It’s the entire reason I left the island behind. I need time to think about everything that’s happened.

How am I supposed to think with her here? Her beautiful face is exposed. Puffy eyes, red nose, and still she’s stunning. My gaze drifts lower. She fiddles with the straps on the front of her lifejacket, shivering, fingers wrinkled.

I gently nudge her hands aside and rip the straps off, then slip her out of the life jacket. I inhale sharply a second time.

She’s lost her bikini top. It must’ve slipped out from under the vest, tugged free by the current.

Her breasts are exposed to the open air, drying in the breeze, baked by the sun, two white triangles against tan skin.

I look away and walk to the boat’s wheel, taking hold of it. I don’t start the engine or turn it. I’m just trying to hide the fucking erection tearing at the front of my shorts. “What are you doing out here?” I ask, again, and this time it’s arousal that snarls my words.

She hiccups but clears her throat. “I was on a banana raft thing,” she croaks.

Christ, she’s hoarse, battered, afraid, and I’m worried about my cock. The thought sobers me and helps the situation downstairs. I walk to the cooler beside one of the benches and flip it open, I reach inside and grab a bottle of water then take it to her.

She accepts it, still shivering, then unscrews the lid and drinks deeply.

Water snakes from the side of her mouth and down her throat. I track the droplet all the way to her collarbone then leave her above deck. I duck down and rustle around in the small cabin on board, finding a towel in one of the tiny cupboards beside a single bed.

I return to her then wrap it around her shoulders. “Here. That will help. I have candy bars. You’ll need sugar for the shock.”

“I don’t want any,” she replies and sits down on one of the benches, clutching the bottle between her hands. “I don’t want to eat.

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