I nod. “A little.”
His grin is wicked. “But you still want more.”
“Yes, sir.”
He slips his fingers inside me carefully, drawing a cry from my throat, then leans in to kiss me as he brings me right to the edge.
“I can’t get enough of the sounds you make for me,” he murmurs. Then he pulls his hand away. “Turn around, gorgeous. You’re taking us for a ride while I fuck you.”
My mouth falls open. “You want me to operate this thing while you’re inside me? Are you insane?”
He laughs softly, mouth brushing my jaw, then my throat. “Insanely desperate for you. I trust you to keep us safe.”
I grab his hair and pull his face back. “Your trust might be misplaced. I’m terrible with my hands.”
He tuts. “Your hands work perfectly around my dick. You’ll be just fine.”
My heart pounds. He’s unhinged, and I love it. Seeing him like this, free, feral, and turned on, sets me on fire.
On shaky legs, I rise and turn as he holds my waist, helping me balance. His hands slide down, gripping my ass hard.
“Fuck, Lily,” he groans. “Fuck.”
“Ouch!” I yelp as he bites me.
And I know, without a doubt, this is about to be one hell of a ride.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Drago
I’ve never been the reckless type. Everything I do has a purpose, usually one far bigger than my own wants. I was never given space to have a life outside my obligations. I didn’t really have a childhood. There was always a role to play. A job to finish.
Yet here, with Lily, on this fucking jet ski, I feel alive.
For once, I’m not thinking about the mess waiting for me back home. The warehouse that was hit. The men we lost. Declan’s patience is thinning by the hour. He wants the Preacher now, and I need Tatiana to make contact if I’m going to make that happen without igniting a full-scale war.
A war that would put everyone at risk. Including Lily. And our future family.
We’re smarter than that. And I know Tatiana is the key. I have leverage over her. But that can wait. Right now, all that exists is the way the jet ski rocks beneath us and the woman trusting me with her body and her life.
I slide my hands down Lily’s thighs as the water chops against the hull. With one hand, I free my cock from my trunks.With the other, I untie the yellow strings to her bikini on one side.
“Sit,” I order. I shift forward, guiding her onto my lap, holding her just above me before pressing myself against her entrance.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
My jaw tightens as I sink fully inside her, slow and deliberate, feeling the way she stretches around me.
“Good girl, lastochka,” I murmur. One hand slips around her waist while the other connects her wrist to the kill switch. “Both hands on the handles, baby.”
She exhales, shaky, and I circle her clit gently, grounding her. Reminding her I’m right here. That I’ve got her. That I trust her.
“Just twist it back easy,” I say against her back, pressing a kiss there. “We don’t have to go fast. Whatever pace you want.”
The jet ski stutters at first, but she finds it. I hold her steady until her confidence builds, until her focus settles.
When we hit open water, I smile against her skin.
