“You’re going to go really fucking fast, aren’t you?”
He bites his lip. “Maybe. But you’ll be safe, I promise. We can get you a life jacket if you want.”
I rest my hand on his bicep. “I trust you. Just don’t get my hair wet. Washing salt out is a nightmare.”
“Yes, baby,” he murmurs.
I settle in behind him, my cheek pressed to his back, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. At first, it’s almost calming… until it isn’t.
He accelerates, and suddenly we’re skimming over the water, bouncing across the waves as he spins us around. I squeeze my eyes shut, clinging to him.
“Both hands on the steering wheel!” I shout.
His body shakes with laughter. “There isn’t a steering wheel, Lily.”
“You know what I mean!”
After a few minutes and the realization that I haven’t been launched into the ocean to meet creatures I have no business encountering, I relax. I close my eyes, focusing on the vibration beneath me, the way it hums through my legs and up my spine. My hair whips around my face as I let my hands wander along his solid body.
He takes a sharp turn, his hand shooting back to keep me in place.
I scream, and he slows, his hand sliding down my side before settling on my thigh. Heat ripples through me.
“How you holding up back there?” he calls.
“Good,” I hiccup.
He steers toward open water, coves rising on one side, endless blue stretching out on the other. As he picks up speed, I slide my hand down the front of his swim trunks, feeling how hard he is beneath my palm.
“Lastochka,” he warns, voice rough. “I promised to keep you safe. Jerking me off on a jet ski goes against that rule.”
I bite my lip, grinning where he can’t see.
“Is that why you’re already hard, Drago?” I tease, stroking him slowly.
The jet ski slows, the low hum vibrating between us, making my body ache.
“How was I not going to be?” he gruffs. “You pressed up against me, hands roaming all over me. You think I don’t feel how turned on you are?”
My strokes get bolder, but he eases us toward the coves, the very place I’m sure we were told not to go.
“Drago,” I say nervously. “What if there are monsters in here or something?”
He chuckles. “You wanted to misbehave in open water. It’s a risk you take playing with monsters, lastochka.”
My heart jumps. He may do bad things for a living, but the man beneath the armor isn’t bad. Not to me.
He cuts the engine, and we drift, water lapping softly against the rocks. The quiet wraps around us.
“Get that sexy ass in front of me,” he orders.
He pulls my hand free from his trunks and twists smoothly, maneuvering me until I’m straddling him, facing him, so close our noses nearly touch. His eyes sweep the area before his hands push my thighs wider.
“Let’s see how wet you are.”
He nudges my swimsuit aside and drags a finger through me. I clutch his shoulder as a shudder tears through my body.
“Are you sore from last night?” he asks.
