I slide my hands up his bare chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my palms. Ignoring the ache I feel, knowing this little blissful bubble we’ve created in Monaco isn’t going to last.
That when we get back to America… It’s all death and destruction.
“No, I haven’t had contact yet. As soon as I do, you’ll know.” His jaw tightens as he listens. I look up at him through my lashes. “Ask Lev to pull the feeds from my office.”
He runs a hand over his jaw, tension written into every line of him, and I start peppering kisses along his skin, biting back a smile when I feel his fingers dig harder into me.
He presses a finger to his lips.
I nod. I kiss him lower and lower, until I’m on my knees in front of him.
He blows out a slow breath, his gaze darkening, setting my entire body on fire.
“Yeah… look, I’ve gotta go,” he says into the phone. “Lily has her meeting soon.”
It’s a lie. My meeting isn’t until this evening. We’re renting a jet ski this morning.
I trace the waistband of his boxers with my fingers, but I wait. Always wait. Letting him lead. Letting him choose. He ends the call, tosses his phone onto the kitchen counter, and threads his fingers through my hair.
“Good morning, my beautiful girl.”
I look up at him from the floor, my heart racing. “Am I in trouble?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Trouble?” His mouth curves. “Far from it.”
He pushes his boxers down, and his cock springs free, already hard, all for me.
“You can do whatever you want to me, baby,” he whispers. “Use me when you need me. I’m yours.”
The sincerity in his voice hits harder than anything physical ever could. This isn’t just sex. It never is with him.
“I thought you said never to give someone permission like that,” I murmur.
He shakes his head. “No. I told you never to give someone control overyou.” His thumb brushes my cheek. “But me? I’ll gladly be at your service every single minute of every fucking day.”
I inhale shakily. Everything about this feels right. Too right.
“When I’m in,” he grins, “I’m all fucking in.”
I lick my lips. “Yeah. Me too.”
And then I take him into my mouth, and make this powerful, dangerous man fall apart under my touch.
And somehow, in doing that, I rebuild a part of myself I thought was gone forever. I’m starting to be comfortable in my own skin. Finding my own power.
I really need to stop eye-fucking him. But it’s impossible not to, especially when he’s topless in swim shorts. He’s laughing with the jet ski guy at the kiosk, relaxed in a way I’ve never really seen before, and it does something dangerous to my chest.
“Lily, baby,” he calls out. “Did you want your own? Or do you want to hold on to me?”
I glance at the green jet ski bobbing on the water. Then I look at his abs and grin. “I’ll go on the back of yours,” I say, stepping closer.
The guy starts explaining routes and safety instructions, but I tune it out almost instantly, letting the sound of the waves pull me under instead. Drago’s arm slides around my waist, yanking me flush against his side, as he steers me to the jet ski. I’m digging this possessive thing he’s got going on over me.
“Can I trust you to behave back there?” he murmurs.
“Don’t give me ideas, sir.”
His spine straightens as he swings onto the jet ski. He holds out his hand and helps me climb on behind him. “You ready?” he asks, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes.
