Page 575 of Reign

My breath catches.

This woman.

I slide my hand to the back of her neck and pull her toward me. My mouth crashes into hers.

She moans softly and melts against me. Her fingers find the waistband of my swim trunks again.

A knock against the glass door interrupts us.

Elena jerks back and turns toward the house.

“Go away, Rafael!”

A laugh bursts out of me. “Mi vida, be nice.”

She huffs, glaring at Rafael even though his back is respectfully turned toward the pool.

“What’s going on, Rafa?”

“Byrne is here.”

“In Florida?”

“At the gate, yes.”

My hand stills against Elena’s hip.

“Did he say why?”

“No. Only that he needs to speak with you. In person.”

Elena’s brows lift. “Killian Byrne? From Vancouver?”

I squeeze her hip gently. She closes her mouth, although the questions remain written across her face.

“Is he alone?” I ask.

“He has four men with him.”

“Give me ten minutes. Then bring Byrne to my office. His men can wait at the gate.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rafael walks back inside without turning around.

Elena looks at me. “What do you think he wants?”

“He can tell me when I see him.”

“Do I have to get dressed?”

“Only if you plan to join us.”

She looks down at herself. “Why can’t I go like this?”

My gaze moves over the white strips of fabric she has generously decided to call a bikini.

“If you want me to kill Killian Byrne in my office, then by all means, princesa. Wear exactly that.”