Free Big Guns Out of Uniform by Nicole Camden

fell asleep snuggled against him on the fifth day, she knew all of this would end soon. She only had a few more days on the island, and then her fantasy was over.
    Would Kyle still want her then, or would he put her on a plane and make ready for the next contest winner?
    The anger and fear that question evoked startled her.
    But what stunned her most was how much it hurt to think of letting Kyle go.

Chapter Four
    K yle and Marianne sat on a blanket on the beach long after dark with a small fire crackling before them. He was leaning back against a large piece of driftwood with Marianne sitting between his raised legs, cradled against his bare chest while she wore his T-shirt.
    He adored the sight of her in his clothes, which she had been wearing every day since he’d “kidnapped” her. There was no way he was going to let her return to her hotel room, where one of the others might be able to keep her from him.
    Not that they could. He just didn’t want to have to hurt someone unnecessarily. But he would hurt anyone who tried to pry her away from him even a minute earlier than he had to let her go.
    She was braless underneath his shirt, and the thin material reminded him constantly of the fact that she was ready for him at any time. Her nipples were puckered nicely against the thin white cotton fabric, begging him to reach out and touch her while she had her head resting back against his shoulder. Her hips were nested firmly against his groin, and every time she moved, his cock jerked with awareness of her warm softness so close to him.
    With the awareness of just how much he enjoyed her company and her body.
    It was quiet now, with only the sound of the surf and fire to intrude on their peace.
    But Kyle was concerned. The men from her side of the island were getting more resourceful and insistent that Marianne return to her “fantasy.”
    He’d be damned if he was going to let her go. Not until she asked him to, and so far she seemed utterly content to stay with him.
    But those pesky vermin kept running after them, and today they’d gotten a little smarter.
    One of the buggers had almost caught up to them on the cliffs. But a few well-tossed grenades had sent the man running back the way he’d come.
    Tomorrow Kyle would have to move them to a new location farther down the beach.
    Marianne continued to play along with the idea of their pursuers being Tyson’s henchmen out to get them, but by the light in her brown eyes whenever he spoke of it, he could tell she didn’t believe him.
    It was just as well. Tyson had been a stupid idea, but it had brought him the best moments of his life, and if she didn’t call his bluff, he wasn’t going to confess the truth to her.
    He just wanted to enjoy what little time they had left.
    Marianne snatched her stick up as her marshmallow caught fire. She quickly blew it out. Her long hair tickled his skin as she moved, stirring the air between them so that he could smell the fragrance of his shampoo in her hair.
    He loved the smell of his scent on her. It touched him on a level that was profound and frightening.
    Entranced, Kyle watched as she pulled the gooey mess from the tip of the stick and carefully took a bite.
    The sight of her tongue flicking back and forth over her lips undid him.
    His body burning, he pulled her close to taste the sugar on her lips. She moaned the instant he swept his tongue against hers.
    â€œAre you burning your marshmallow, Kyle?”
    He rubbed noses with her and inhaled her womanly scent before pulling away to see his stick and marshmallow buried deep in the fire. “It would seem so.”
    She tsked at him. “And that was the last one, too. Shame on you.”
    Shaking his head at her, he tossed his stick into the fire. They were running low on supplies. He’d snuck over to his hotel to get a few more essentials such as soap and shampoo while she’d slept last night, but the truth was they