We swim to a rock formation dividing the current.
“You’re beautiful even underwater,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver.
His hands trap me again in the best captivity in the world, roaming my body, caressing my back and sliding down to my thighs. With every touch, my heart races, my body craving more.
“Nero, this is so… intense,” I pant.
He smiles and kisses me again. My hands explore his shoulders and arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath his skin, and I lose myself in the sensation of having him so close.
Wrapped in the magic of the moment, we barely notice time passing. The sun begins to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, and we decide it’s time to head back to the sailboat.
This time, I take control of the jet ski while Nero settles behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist—and shows noconcern for his life whatsoever, spending the entire ride kissing my neck, shoulders, and back.
When his tongue drags confidently down my spine, I threaten him,
“If you’re trying to die, I suggest you do it alone—I have plans for tomorrow.”
He doesn’t stop, and the jet ski’s speed is almost pathetic under my control. I suspect that with fins and a bit of goodwill, we’d get back faster.
“Tomorrow is very far away. I have plans for tonight. I remember a certain boldLittle Faetelling me she didn’t want me to behave.”
“I didn’t think you’d attempt to end our lives over it.”
I spot the sailboat in the distance and thank God—because Nero has clearly lost all sense of danger. His fingers slip inside the bottom of my bikini, finding the evidence of the delicious torture I endured during this trip—which has lasted far longer than it should have.
When he strokes and rubs me, I lean back against his chest, spreading my legs to give him better access, completely abandoning any attempt to control the jet ski.
I feel confident. The heat of Nero’s body against mine only heightens the euphoria. My broken moans dissolve into the sea breeze sweeping over my sensitive skin—and I grind against his firm hand until I come in open water, the spectacular sunset blazing behind us.
Nero waits while I catch my breath, never stopping his touch—his hands roaming my skin with adoration, his mouth kissing every place he touches.
When I try to turn and reach for his erection over his swim trunks, he stops me, lifting my hand to kiss my palm before turning me back around.
“Later,Little Fae.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Definitely not.”
I cross my arms over his, my sensitive nipples pressing into the hold. He gives me another soft kiss on the neck and pulls my face to kiss my mouth.
“I’m starting to get addicted to watching you come.”
“I wish I could say the same—but you’re not helping.”
Nero laughs loudly and pulls his hands away to take control of the handlebars, accelerating the jet ski.
“Later,Little Fae.”
“Promise?”
“It’s the first time I’ve met a horny fairy.”
“And I hope the only one,” I say without thinking—but before I can worry about it, Nero drowns any concern with his answer.
“Jealous and needy. My favorite combination.”
CHAPTER 18
