Free The Billionaire's Island Romance (The Romero Brothers, Book 3.5) by Shadonna Richards

showing clearly through the wetness of her white bikini
bra. She blushed, a grin on her lips. Oh, Christian.
    “Never mind! What do you mean you’re afraid
of water? Did something happen before?”
    “Well,” she said, resting on a boulder as
the water drifted past them. “When I was younger, my mother and I went fishing
with Dad and…I fell off the boat. I couldn’t swim and…neither could Mom.”
    “What happened?” Christian’s facial
expression grew more serious. His tone static.
    She shook her head. “Well, I obviously
didn’t drown,” she said smiling, trying to lighten the mood and make fun of the
situation. She saw how gutted Christian looked, but he was still clearly
concerned.
    “I can see that,” Christian teased back,
his handsome face still serious. He waited for her to say more. He obviously
had no intention of going farther up the falls with her until he knew more
about her newly revealed fear of water.

 
    Christian could not believe what he was
hearing. His gut was telling him to do everything in his power to protect Arianna.
Why the hell didn’t she tell him this before they headed to the falls? What was
she afraid of besides the water? He was hoping she would open up to him more. But this?
    God, he would kill himself if anything happened
to Arianna. She could have had a panic attack here, and he wouldn’t have even
had a clue as to why. Still, it was good that he knew now.
    He thought Arianna looked gorgeous in her
string white bikini. Oh, man! He loved the way her body filled out in all the
right places. She had the roundest, finest ass he’d ever seen on a woman. Her
bottom was perfect. And her waist was nicely curved accentuating her sculpted, child-bearing size hips. Her voluptuous breasts were so full
and shapely. She had a heavenly cleavage to die for. Good thing he was with her
now though. He would have hated for her to be here so exposed with her
assets—and he wasn’t nearby. He didn’t want any man ogling his woman. He
could still taste the sweetness of having her this morning as they made love so
hungrily, passionately.
    It tortured him to see her looking hot and
sexy in nothing but a stringy number like that, knowing full well he couldn’t
do a damn thing to her or with her out here—in public. Damn, he couldn’t
wait to get her back to the hotel. His sex was throbbing hard underneath his
swim trunks.
    Her beautiful dark brown hair was now fully
wet and clung to her smooth, wet skin. Christian remembered a scene from an old
Bond movie, Dr. No, which happened to be filmed in Jamaica. In the scene that
came to his mind, that famous-at-the-time Swiss bombshell Ursula Andress
emerged from the sea in her well-known white bikini. She looked hot, but man,
those James Bond chicks had nothing on his girl. Arianna looked like a goddess,
and she didn’t even act like it. She was so sweet and so humble. God, it ached
for him to think about her being terrified of water. Instinctively, he wanted
to protect Arianna. He just wanted to be there for her anytime whenever she
needed him. Heck, even if she didn’t need him. Why in God’s name hadn’t she
told him about her fear of rivers before?
    “Well,” she continued with her story. “I
probably got the fear of rivers from my mother. She froze when I fell
overboard. Luckily, Dad was nearby and he dove in and swam to save me.” She bit
down on her lip, looking up at the sky, shaking her head. He could see the hurt
in her eyes. “Dad was so upset. He got mad at my mom, saying that she didn’t
even try to save me. She just froze, but it wasn’t her fault. She was just…terrified
of rivers. She’s had a fear of a lot of things growing up. That was one of
them. Anyway,” she looked down at the water flowing around her. “I love the
water; it’s the fear of drowning that’s the problem.”
    Christian sat close to her on the boulder and
wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tightly and firmly to him. “It’s
okay,