Third a Kiss Read online Pepper Winters (Goddess Isles #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Goddess Isles Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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I nuzzled into her neck with overwhelming ecstasy.

That was what she was.

No, not just ecstasy.

She was harmony.

She brought harmony to my out-of-sync soul.

Peace.

She was peace.

And I was the luckiest fucking bastard alive.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“WHERE ARE WE GOING?” I padded beside Sully, bare feet in warm sand, my cotton dress thrown back over my well-fucked body, the remains of our lovemaking trickling down my leg.

My skin begged for the ocean.

Afternoon had replaced the morning, and the humidity level had exceeded comfortable. The sun managed to sear my skin even with the canopy of palm trees above us and the overall brightness of the island promised a scorcher of a day.

The only place to survive the intense heat would be to wallow in the sea, occasionally returning to shore for an ice-cold glass of fresh lychee juice.

I tugged Sully’s hand that’d permanently snagged mine. Our fingers entwined and palms glued together, neither of us caring that a slick of sweat blended us together. “Do you want to swim? I’m hot.”

He chuckled, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles, never breaking his pace. His thick five o’clock shadow tickled my skin while his lips were so soft. “You’ve read my mind.”

I frowned, doing my best not to be distracted by how much I still wanted him. How much I danced on air. How crazy all of this was.

What he’d done in Euphoria was unforgivable.

But what he’d said and done after was unbelievable.

Both incidents cancelled each other out. Hate plaiting with love, proving that both had to survive to make a relationship real. To ensure trust could blossom because I’d seen his bad parts, I’d endured his temper, cruelty, and darkness. His flaws were visible to me, and that allowed my heart to make an informed decision.

He wasn’t perfect.

But neither am I.

Our beginning wasn’t a cutesy story we could share over dinner because it began in the blackness where Sully had dwelled for so long. However, I wouldn’t trade it for the world because meeting him this way was ten times better than meeting someone at a bar or on a train or at a friend’s barbecue, only seeing what they wanted me to see. Asking me to base my choice on their rendition of who they are…not the nucleus of their truth.

There were many things about Sully I might never accept. I didn’t know how I felt living in paradise, all while he asked traffickers to deliver more women like me to his door. I couldn’t be selfish and ignore others’ plights, just because my own had taken a turn for the better.

But I also didn’t want to be a martyr and throw away what I’d found.

I wanted to keep him and save him.

Save them.

Save myself.

Because, as incredible as this revelation was—as much as my heart had sprouted little parrot wings and hovered with a mass of hummingbirds in my chest, I was still his prisoner. I was still his ward with no freedom to contact my family or go home.

Not that I want to go home…yet.

Leaving now would be the worst possible thing. This was too new. Too fragile. We’d fought against the inevitability of falling in love, but our journey wasn’t over.

I doubted any relationship ever reached a point where either party didn’t stop fighting to keep the other. After all, a relationship was inherently selfish. Selfish to continue feeling this way. Selfish to keep your lover close. Selfish not to share the happiness that you’d found with each other.

Love could potentially be the best thing that’d ever happened to Sully and me…or it could be the worst disaster we’d ever have to live through.

Sully continued to escort me down a jungle pathway, going farther and farther away from the beaches ringing his island. I squeezed his fingers gently. “If we’re going for a swim, the ocean is back that way.”

He looked down at me, his height another thing I loved about him. I found it intimidating and protecting at the same time. “Who said anything about swimming in the ocean?”

I doubted he wanted to swim at the private pool for his goddesses. We didn’t exactly want an audience after we’d stripped away our shields and let each other in. I didn’t want to see anyone. I wanted him all to myself so I could stare into his beautiful blue eyes and see what he’d confessed to me.

To assure myself I hadn’t dreamed it.

To convince myself this was real.

He loved me.

He’d told me without a mask on. He’d removed my sensors and destroyed the illusion until all that existed was us.

And he did it for me.

I wanted to hug him. To squish him close and never let go.

“Stop.” I pulled on his hand, slowing him to a halt. The sandy laneway protected us from others. A few peals of masculine laughter sounded in the distance along with the raised flirty voice of a woman. The island had an uncanny ability at hiding its inhabitants, making it seem as if we were the only ones here…until I listened closely.


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