Regina muttered something beside him, but Eric was grinning at Nikolett who was studiously ignoring him…and blushing again.
He chuckled once they were past her.
“Is it going to be like this now?” Regina asked. “All smug and smiling now that you’re finally with her?”
“Yep,” Eric said, feet pounding the pavement. “Let’s go faster, I want to see her one more time.”
Regina huffed but picked up the pace.
They were almost back to the hotel when Regina said, “Who’s going to replace her as the next admiral of Hungary?”
Eric nearly tripped.
That question implied that Nikolett was giving up her job and moving to the Isle of Man to be the wife of the fleet admiral. Of course that was what people would assume.
He didn’t answer her question, because he didn’t know how to. They talked and fucked, made love and confessed their deepest pain.
The one thing they both avoided was discussing their future.
He didn’t think they could put it off any longer.
“Unlock the door!” Eric called.
“I can’t hear you,” Nikolett called back. “I’m getting in the shower.”
“Let me in and I’ll get in with you.”
“Absolutely not!” She stuck her hand in, checking the water temperature. “I smell like sex and I’m sticky and if you’re in here too I won’t get clean.”
The bathroom doorknob rattled.
Nikolett jumped in, fairly sure Eric could and would break down the bathroom door, so she needed to be fast. She took a risk and when the door didn’t explode in a shower of woodchips, she did an “everything” shower since her naked body was getting plenty of attention.
Wrapped in a towel, with another around her hair, she carefully eased open the door, expecting him to be waiting to pounce her.
She was right, and shrieked with laughter when Eric grabbed her. Rather than over-his-shoulder hold, he held her in a bridal carry.
She ran her hand through his damp hair. “You showered.”
“Used the one in Grigoris’ suite.”
Instead of taking her to the bedroom, Eric carried her into the living room. A room service cart was parked next to the dining table.
“Maybe I should get dressed first,” she said as he set her down.
“Or you could eat naked.”
“If I take off this towel, are we going to eat breakfast, or will we end up having sex?”
“Sex.”
“The towels stays on. I need a break.”
Eric had just started pouring coffee, but now looked up sharply. “Did I hurt you? Let me see?—”
Nikolett picked up the butter knife and pointed it at him. “Oh no. You stay over there. I’m fine, but you were right.”
“Of course I was.” He put a cup of coffee down in front of her chair as she took a seat. “About what?”
