It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been together, the blistering heat of our desire only amplifies with time. The more we get to know each other and what makes one another tick, it deepens that unbreakable connection.
Gavril navigates into the deserted cove and it looks utterly magical.
“Wow, how did you find out about this place?”
He sighs. “Archer told me about it.”
Gav didn’t strike me as the kind of guy who would know about this kind of place. I’m pretty certain before we met, romance wasn’t in his vocabulary.
His hand gently caresses my huge stomach. “Are you sure you are feeling okay?”
“Certain.” I turn my head to kiss him. “Let’s go.”
Gav turns off the engine to the boat and removes his arms from me, walking to the back to drop the anchor so we can swim to the beach. Once the anchor is firmly set, he pulls his shirt off and my mouth goes dry.
He’s utterly stunning and always takes my breath away. My eyes take in every dip of his hard muscles wrapped in scarred and tattooed skin. Some would find the scars ugly, but they complete his beauty and tell a story—a story he’s not ready to tell me yet. “Strip,” he orders.
I bite my bottom lip and slowly drag the left strap down my arm before doing the same on the other side, teasing him.
His eyes darken as I allow the fabric of my dress to drop to the floor at my feet, revealing my skimpy red bikini.
The way he looks at me makes me feel more desired than ever, even in my pregnant state.
“Come here.” He holds an outstretched hand to me.
I stride toward him, trying to be sexy and stop just out of his reach. “Are you going to devour me, master?”
A soft, wolf-like growl rips from his throat. “Don’t tempt me. I told you to come here.”
I tilt my head, pursing my lips. “Or what?”
He steps closer, a thrill starting at the base of my spine. “Are you looking for a punishment?”
I smile at him. “Perhaps.”
He groans and yanks me firmly against him. “You can be a naughty little brat once we’re on the beach.”
I lick my dry lips and nod. “Fine.”
His hand entwines with mine and pulls me toward the ladder. “I’ll go down first.” He hops over and climbs into the shallow water below, waiting for me.
I get onto the ladder and climb down, anticipation making me shake. Once I’m at the bottom, his hands find my hips as he pulls me toward him.
“I want you so badly, Miss Morrone,” he whispers into my ear.
I shudder. “I want you more,” I murmur.
“Impossible.” He kisses my neck.
I wrap my legs around his waist in the shallow water. “Are we even going to make it to the beach?”
He tilts his head. “Sand is annoying, don’t you think?” His lips move lower over my collarbone, his height meaning he can stand up in this section of water. “Much better to stay in the water.”
I swallow hard. “Whatever you want, sir.”
He groans, the hardness of his erection pressing into my center. “Good girl.”
I feel him move my bikini bottoms aside and then he thrusts three fingers inside of me.