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“How was I supposed to know a cruise ship was going to pass?” he said, easily lifting her from the water. Carrying her into the bedroom, he shut the bathroom door closed.
She couldn’t believe it when he stood her on her feet, and he was actually laughing now. “Oh, so that’s what you find funny?”
He started trying to dry her off but couldn’t help himself to laugh again. “Well … yea—OW!”
Nadia had picked up one of the black fluffy pillows from the chair and whacked him with it … gently, she was sure. “How does that feel?”
As she went for another one, Dante took a few steps back. “Now, wait a damn minu—”
Nadia had already sent the other outrageously plushy pillow through the air.
“Come on; I bet it just feels like a love pat compared to the ones you give Amo. Poor boy …”
“Woman, you’ve lost it,” he said, putting up a warning finger.
She waved the third pillow as if it were a missile in her hand. The flashing lights from all the cameras on the cruise ship that were taking pictures of her charged her need to launch it. “I suppose I’m just being a bitdramatic, huh?”
“That’s it.” Dante didn’t give her time to let the pillow soar as he came at her like a charging bull, making her wish she hadn’t put that extra zing into the last throw.
Oh no.She tried making a run for it, but her efforts were fruitless as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Suddenly aware of the feeling of something poking into her back, she started squirming then stopped, tensing under him, realizing the towel had fallen to her feet.Oh no …
Dante, however, had been highly aware of her nakedness as he spun her around at her hips to finally face him.
Her breath hitched, making her glance downward. She saw her breasts plastered against his hard chest, each heavy breath she took causing them to press deeper into him. The material of his shirt was damp where her body touched his.
Dante now looked down, too, to see what she was staring at. His powerful body tensed in unison at the sight.
Nadia was still trying to process what had just happened in the last few minutes to get her from the bathroom to here, now being swept up in his arms …
“I should let you go,” he said roughly, without making a move. The harsh tone in his voice hadn’t come from a place of anger but a special place right between pleasure and pain.
Her chest fell deeper, the peaks of her nipples the only things resting against him for a single moment. “Is that what your inner voice is telling you?”
“No, it’s my dick warning me.”
“Oh …” Nadia waited to listen for her own tightly wound-up head to speak up, but there was nothing but silence this time. Taking it as a go-ahead, she brought her arms up to wind around his neck, bringing her breasts closer to his chest than ever. “I have an idea. I won’t listen to my head if you don’t listen to yours.”
Dante didn’t need to know her head was being conspicuously silent …
Picking her up, he placed her expertly down onto the bed, without their skin separating for even a second. “Woman, that’s the most rational thing that has come out of your mouth in the past ten minutes.”
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RESPECTABLE WOMAN
“My name is Nadia.”
Dante’s brows rose upward. “I know your name.”
“Just checking. You keep calling mewoman. I just want to make sure you didn’t forget my name.”
Dante eased his weight slightly so he could get a better view of the perfect mounds of her breasts. “It’s pretty safe to say I won’t be forgetting you anytime soon. You screamed loud enough to raise the dead.”
Nadia craned her neck to look over his shoulder. “The boys won’t come barging in, will they?”
“Amo heard a scream from your room and then told me about it three hours later,” he said, shaking his head. “What do you think?”
