My finger slides slowly along the soft skin on her shoulder and dips down her spine, sending a shiver over her skin.
This woman is young.
Too young.
She’s also my sister’s friend and an American, for fuck’s sake.
So why does her skin feel like the sweetest sin I’ve ever touched?
“Rhys...” Bellamy tilts her head up, and eyes the color of spiced caramel lock on mine. And whatever she sees there has her breath catching in her throat.
“This is such a bad idea, little bee...” I murmur as my finger plays with her bow. One tug is all it would take. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
My voice sounds harsh.Desperate.
It sounds like barely held control.
Control that’s fraying.
Control I never release my hold on.
She pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth, and I swear my cock weeps in my shorts. “What if I don’t want you to stop?”
Fucking hell.
I slide my hand to her face and pull her toward me. If I’m going to hell, I’m making sure we both enjoy ourselves before they open the gates.
“Excuse me, Your Royal Highness?—”
Pretty sure they won’t be calling me Your Royal Highness in hell.
Or maybe they will . . .
Bellamy drops her forehead to mine, and all I’d have to do is lean the slightest bit forward to taste her cherry-stained lips. But I don’t. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and hold her there for a moment, breathing her in before we break this insane connection. “Yes, Vaughn?”
If this man hadn’t been the head of my royal protection team for a fucking decade, I’d have him fired for interrupting us.
“The Wilder family was able to dock on the other side of the island. Your guests are being driven back as we speak. I was asked to let you know.”
“Thank you,” I offer before he nods and walks away.
Not exactlymyguests when I didn’t even know they were here.
Bellamy rises from the couch on shaky legs. “I guess we better clean this mess up.”
“Leave it. The staff will get it,” I tell her, not sure where to go from here.
“Umm... You might be Your Royal Highness, but my mother raised me to clean up my own mess.” She grabs the empty beer bottles and the half empty bottle of tequila. “So I’m just going to take care of it myself.”
“Bellamy...” I groan, feeling like a complete ass.
“Stop, Rhys...” She doesn’t sound sure, but those two words are the only two she ever has to say. “You said if I told you to stop, you would.”
That I did, love.
That I did.
She turns away, shattering what’s left of our connection and takes a step toward the beach. “Look. It stopped raining, and there’s a rainbow... It’s beautiful.”
