Page 59 of The Pakhan’s Accidental Bride

"Of course it is." I walk to the edge and dip my fingers in the water. It's perfectly warm. "Why do you need three pools?"

"I like to swim. And I like options." He moves behind me, close enough that I can feel his body heat. "Do you want to swim?"

I should say no. I should go to my room and process everything that happened today. But the water looks so inviting, and the tension in my shoulders from the past few days is almost unbearable.

"I don't have a swimsuit."

"You don't need one."

I turn to face him, and the heat in his eyes makes my breath catch. "Emil."

"We've already fucked, Kiera. Multiple times. There's nothing I haven't seen." He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "But if you're shy, keep your underwear on."

Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach for the zipper of my dress. Emil watches as I slide it down, the fabric pooling at my feet. I'm wearing a simple black bra and matching underwear, nothing fancy, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like I'm wearing the most expensive lingerie in the world.

"Beautiful," he murmurs.

He strips off his shirt, revealing that muscular chest with the intricate tattoos. The snake and panther on his left arm, the jungle vines trailing down from his neck. I've seen it before, touched it, but it still makes my mouth go dry.

His pants follow, leaving him in just black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the bulge of his cock. He's already half hard, and I feel an answering heat between my legs.

We slip into the water together. It's warm and silky against my skin, and I let out a sigh of relief as the heat soaks into my muscles.

Emil swims closer, and suddenly, we're inches apart. Water droplets cling to his beard, and his dark eyes are locked on mine.

"Come here," he says, his voice low and commanding.

I should resist. I should maintain some distance, some control. But my body moves toward him anyway, drawn by that magnetic pull I can't seem to fight.

His hands find my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel every hard plane of his body, and especially the thick length of his cock pressing against my stomach through the thin fabric of our underwear.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his lips brushing my ear. "Watching you get excited at the races. Seeing you smile. It's been torture not touching you."

"You touched me at dinner. Your hand was on my back the whole time."

"That's not the kind of touching I mean."

His hand slides down to cup my ass, squeezing firmly. I gasp, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders for balance.

"Emil."

"Say it again." His other hand moves to my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple through the wet fabric of my bra. "Say my name."

"Emil," I breathe.

He captures my mouth in a kiss that's pure possession. His tongue demands entry, and I give it to him, opening for him completely. The kiss is deep and consuming, making me forget where we are, forget everything except the feel of him against me.

His fingers find the clasp of my bra and undoes it with practiced ease. The fabric floats away in the water, leaving my breasts bare. He breaks the kiss to look down at them, his eyes darkening with hunger.

"Perfect," he says, then lowers his head to take one nipple into his mouth.

I arch against him, my fingers threading through his hair. The sensation of his mouth on me, the heat of the water, the steam rising around us, it's all overwhelming in the best way.

His hand slides into my underwear, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. I'm already wet, and not from the pool. He strokes me with firm, deliberate movements that make my legs shake.

"Hold onto me," he orders.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me slightly, positioning me against the edge of the pool. His fingers hook into my underwear and pull it aside, and then I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.