The island’s heat settled heavily over them, thick and sweet like the promise of something electric in the air.
Damien’s breath hitched—deep and uneven—as his eyes roamed over Maya’s flawless body, clad in that fiery red bikini that left little to the imagination. The way the fabric hugged her curves, the gentle swell of her breasts, the tautness of her stomach, the smooth expanse of her hips—it ignited something primal inside him.
His pulse hammered in his ears, heat pooling low and fierce, tightening his muscles, making his jaw tense as a surge of desire coiled in his gut. If they were alone, right now, he wanted to pull her into the shadowed quiet, press his lips to the curve of her neck, taste the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips, and leave marks—his marks—that would claim h
