Looking around in a bid for distraction, Nik saw that most of the other guests had gotten back to the yacht. He said gruffly, “We should head back.”
Daria groaned against his neck. “I’m too tired.” A pause. “And sleepy.”
Again, there was the temptation to smile, this time because of the plaintive note in her voice. He also refused to acknowledge how a large part of him found the way orgasms made Daria drowsy extremely...cute.
Even so, Nik found himself doing everything on his own. After making sure her bikini covered everything it was supposed to cover, he started to swim, Daria becoming heavy in his arms with each passing second.
“We’re here,” he murmured quietly in her ear when they reached the yacht. She stirred and pulled away as her gray eyes blinked at him in drowsy confusion. Shaking his head, he helped her to the metal ladder, placing her hand on each bar. “Up you go.”
Her Greek was such a sweetie, Daria thought sleepily as she forced her limbs to move. Climbing off the ladder, she stepped onto the deck with the help of one of the guides.
Another guide approached her, a tray of drinks on one hand. “Drinks, miss?” He had to shout the words to be heard over the rumbling engine of the speedboat, which carried with it the next wave of guests who had paid for an hour’s worth of snorkeling.
“Yes, please.” Daria chose a blue-colored Gatorade and after thanking him, she uncapped the bottle and took a quick gulp. On the other side of the yacht, those who were done snorkeling started boarding the speedboat for the trip back to the island.
As she twisted the lid back into place, Daria heard someone speak behind her.
“Daria?”
She froze.
In front of her, Nik rose from the water, his powerful form in full view as the muscles in his body bunched while he gripped the bars of the ladder.
Behind her, the other person persisted, “It is you, isn’t it?”
Nik’s gaze narrowed, his head snapping towards her as if instinctively sensing someone poaching on his territory.
Before she could think of what to do, someone had gripped her arm, spinning her around.
Daria whitened.
Victor.
Without thinking, she threw the bottle at his face.