Page 21 of Bratva Prince
“You’re damn right I am,” I called out, splashing some water her way.
She let out a small squeal and untied the straps around her neck. Watching her body wiggle out of the dress was the sexiest thing I’d seen, and I couldn’t help my reaction beneath the surface.
The dress pooled around her feet, and she stepped out, kicking it to the side. From the sandy shore, she ran into the water, not stopping until she reached me.
But I couldn’t let her win that easily, so I continued to swim back, unafraid of the growing depth of the water.
I could see a slight panic in her expression when the water had reached her shoulders, but given that I was so much taller, it didn’t bother me in the same way it had her.
“Ivan, come back!” she called out, her voice raising an octave. “It’s getting too deep.”
Watching her squirm at the surface, swimming further despite her growing fear, I decided to let her have this win, and swam closer to her.
“I can’t reach the bottom,” she cried out, her arms flinging around her.
I grabbed her hand and guided her toward me, pulling her in close until her arm could wrap around my shoulder. “I got you,” I mumbled, taking slow steps to the shallow water.
Her breathing had quickened—and so had my heart rate with her body so close to mine, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and panties. She didn’t strike me as the type to wear lingerie, but I wasn’t complaining.
When the water was around our belly buttons, I released my hold on her, allowing her to stand. I expected her to walk back to the beach and put her dress back on.
But she didn’t.
She stayed in my arms. Her hands slithered up my biceps and around my back, making a shiver run through me. A tingle was left in the absence of her touch, and my heart pounded through my chest, until it was the only sound I could hear.
My name left her lips in a whisper, so faint, I could barely make it out. “Yes?” I asked, but she didn’t say anything. Her lips parted slightly and I leaned closer, hovering inches from her mouth.
Closing the distance between us, she pulled me in, crashing her lips onto mine in a fiery explosion of passion. To have her take control, it left me speechless. But, god, did it turn me on.
My arms wrapped around her slender frame, pressing her body into mine until we were touching at every inch. The kiss deepened and she allowed me in, my tongue invading her mouth, twirling against hers in an intricate dance.
Fuck, she tasted good.
Maybe it was the fruity cocktail from earlier that I tasted on her lips and in her mouth, but it was exquisite—and oh, so addicting.
The kiss became heated, as if electricity were coursing through my veins, electrifying the intensity of the moment. Our mouths merged in such a ferocity; I couldn’t pull away even if I tried.
It felt—I don’t know—right. Like finding two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly.
Is that weird? To feel that way after we’d only just met?
I didn’t care. The world could fuck off so long as I get to keep feeling her tongue in my mouth, her lips on mine. God, what else could she do with that mouth? If kissing felt this good, I could only imagine what it’d feel like to have her in my bed.
When she finally pulled away, even the heat from the kiss wasn’t enough to keep her from shivering. “Let’s head back to my room,” I suggested, half expecting her to decline. But, she agreed when I mentioned that I had a suite with a big shower and bathtub that she could warm up in.
Honestly, I wasn’t intending it to sound sexual. I really did want to warm up from the chilly air, and the plushy towels that awaited in my suite were calling my name.
We readied ourselves to exit the water, and I counted down the seconds until we darted to the shoreline and grabbed our clothes. The air against our damp skin made getting out much less fun than going in.
“Shit,” she mumbled, picking her dress up from the sand. “I didn’t think this through.”
I cocked my head to the side. “What is it?”
“This dress is silk. If it gets wet, it will damage the fabric and I’ll have a stain where my underwear would be. And I spent too much on this dress to ruin it now.”
“Guess we’re going back in our underwear, then.”
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