Page 106 of Dagger in the Sea

Adri came up next to me, wiping the water from her face. “When I was a little girl, just like that boy, every morning my grandfather would wake me up early and we’d come down here for a quick swim then start our day. Right here, first thing, was always a must.”

“I can see why.”

“I hated having to wake up early, but it was well worth it.”

I dove underwater and swam through her legs coming up on her other side. My hands went to her sexy ass and pulled her in to me.

She rubbed at the goose bumped skin of my shoulders. “You’re cold?” Her legs encircled my middle, and my eager fingers crept under her bathing suit bottom, gripping flesh. Her eyes widened, fingernails digging into my neck.

“Not now.” I grinned, planting a kiss on the top of a breast, her cool skin wet, salty. “You?”

“No,” her throaty voice, just above a whisper. She adjusted herself in my hold, pulling herself closer to me, her hold tighter. If she’d shown one shred of discomfort I’d have let her go.

I don’t want to let go.

The winds blew over us as we bobbed in the water, nestled against each other. Her hand absently rubbed the back of my neck, her serious gaze holding mine.

“Was that Alessio who texted you before?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes. He asked how you were.”

“Oh yeah? What did he say exactly?”

“What he always says, ‘Be careful,cara mia.’”

I pulled her in against my cock, and she let out a tiny gasp. I rubbed her body up and down mine, and her eyelids dropped, her lips parted.

“Are you being careful, Lovely?” I asked.

Her breaths grew ragged, a moan escaping her as my hand cupped an ass cheek, a finger trailing along her crack. Her eyes flared. “Not especially.”

“Neither am I. And I fucking like it.”

I bit the trim of her bathing suit top and suckled a curve of her soft flesh. She hissed out air, her body flexing, pressing into mine. My hand slid up her body—it needed that tit. Her eyes glinted at me all the while, and she plunged us underwater. I only tugged her close once more and we kissed, breaking through the surface of the cold blue water. The warmth of the bright sun poured over us, making our cool sapphire bath turquoise.

I released her and she pushed back from me, eyes dancing as she wiped back her slick, wet hair. Our eyes locked as we circled one another in the water. I wasn’t being careful, I didn’t want to be careful. I liked her, I wanted her. I’d have her. But a tight coil spiraling in my veins told me this was different.

She was different.

“Come, let me show you the castle.” She lifted up out of the water, and I groaned at the sight of that delicious body of hers streaming with water, smooth skin gleaming in the sun. I’d never tire of the sight. We dried off with her thick towels.

As I tied my sneakers, I eyed the high arch of the stone bridge connecting the edge of the rocks where we stood to the islet jutting out into the sea. “Adri—”

“Yes?” She shoved her feet in sneakers she’d pulled out of her tote bag. “What is it? Are you afraid of heights? My mother is and would always refuse to watch us climb the bridge. Even watching makes her dizzy.”

“No.”

I didn’t have a fear of heights. But suddenly a fear of something had me in its icy tentacles. The fear of something happening to her. One slip off that bridge. One—Jesus Christ, shut the hell up. Stop. What the fuck is wrong with you?

“Don’t worry.” Her face softened as she slid on her dark brown sunglasses. “I’ve done it many times before. Since I was a little girl.”

“Have you brought many boys up there?” I asked.

“My brother.”

“Men?”

Her lips tilted up. “My grandfather, my father.”

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