Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as mine trace the constellations on her dress, finding the edges, the hidden fasteners, the warm skin beneath.
"Wait," she gasps as my mouth finds the sensitive spot below her ear."We can't—not here?—"
"We absolutely can," I counter, gesturing to the secluded corner of the upper deck, hidden from view by decorative partitions."I planned for all contingencies."
Her surprised laughter turns to something else entirely as I lift her, carrying her to the sheltered area where cushions and blankets await."You really did think of everything."
"I tried," I admit, setting her gently among the pillows."Though I'm finding strategic planning significantly more challenging with you looking at me like that."
"Like what?"she asks innocently, even as her fingers find the fastenings of my kilt.
"Like you're considering very unprofessional activities with your CEO."
"Former CEO.Now we're both directors of separate divisions.Practically equals."
"Practically," I agree, helping her with the surprisingly complex arrangement of buckles and pins.
"I love you," she whispers against my skin."The controlled CEO and the man who wears a kilt for me."
"You're mine now," I murmur against her throat as I lower her onto the blankets, Seattle glittering around us like the universe itself is holding its breath."The marketing genius and the woman who makes Armenian curses sound like poetry."
"I was yours before," she whispers back, pulling me down to her.
Our mouths crash together, messy and starving, all the restraint we showed earlier obliterated now.
She's tugging at the fastenings of my kilt with shaking hands, laughing breathlessly when it stubbornly resists.
"Jesus Christ," I growl, stripping it off and tossing it aside."Next time I'm wearing fucking jeans."
"No," she gasps, pulling me back down by my hair."Kilt stays.Non-negotiable."
I laugh against her mouth, already reaching for the condom tucked in the sporran.
Because even now, even while I'm burning alive with need for her, I'm not risking anything.
Not with her.
I tear the foil open with my teeth, rolling it on fast while she watches with eyes blown wide and dark, her thighs falling open like an offering.
"You’re so fucking beautiful like this," I rasp, dragging my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her.
She whines, hips lifting shamelessly for more.
"Please," she breathes."God, Callum, don't tease?—"
"Patience," I smirk, grinding the head of my cock against her clit, slow and cruel, until she's writhing under me.
"I just said yes to marrying you," she gasps, clawing at my back."You owe me."
That shatters the last thread of my control.
"You’re right, sweetheart," I growl, fisting my cock at the base."You said yes.Now I'm going to fuck you like you belong to me."
And then I thrust inside her—deep, thick, stretching her tight heat around me inch by slow, agonizing inch.
We both moan at the contact, clutching at each other like drowning people.
"Fuck," I groan, forehead pressed to hers."You feel like heaven, Karina.Like fucking home."
