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Meeting his eyes, I fight the instinct to curl up. I feel so weak when he’s around…I don’t get it.
“Here,” he says, his deep voice lulling me into a trance.
The bag he holds out is paper and unmarked. I take it from him, our fingers brushing as I do and I can’t look away from his large hand—more like a paw, really. With his thick, square fingers…
I lick my lips, thinking of putting those things in my mouth.Oh, geez.
“T-Thanks,” I stutter, clutching the bag.
Viktor grins. “You haven’t even opened it yet.”
I unroll the lip and reach inside, fingers grazing…is that fabric? But first, I pull out the few odds and ends I feel. Lotion and sunscreen, along with a couple of magazines to help pass the time. But then I pull out this light-blue, floral bathing suit. And it’s a two-piece, at that.
I hold it up, recognizing the blush now coloring my cheeks at the thought of wearing it in front of Viktor. Maybe that’s why he bought it…
But he doesn’t even glance at my suit, as instead, he’s too busy watching my face. “I noticed you out by the pool earlier,” he comments. “I thought you might want to take a swim.”
“Would you be joining me?” The question bolts off my lips before I can seal my mouth.Damn, Tessa.Could you have been any more…desperate?
Viktor’s eyes keep steady on me. “I can,” he says, voice even. But my body is heating up, my heart pounding at the look in his eyes. “If you don’t want to be alone,” he adds and turns abruptly, and before I can say a thing.
It’s not that I don’twantto be alone, but I’d love to be with him. I might be pushing it…my uncle brought me here for protection, after all.
But Viktor stops in the doorway, his back facing me. “I’ll meet you outside in twenty,” he confirms, uncertainty in his deep tone as he continues on, leaving me giddy at the thought of getting in a pool with him.
And half-naked. Am I even ready?
5
VIKTOR
Fuck. I haven’t swam since I was a child.
There’s very little free time these days to enjoy such leisures, though I couldn’t just back away from Tessa’s subtle offer. I was thrown off she even asked if I’d be joining, as the princess must care to have me close.
At least, that’s what I’ve convinced myself.
The more time she spends nearby, the more I realize the quiet strength she has—defiant, although shy. It’s undeniable. Every time I speak to the girl, she looks as if she’s under pressure and ready to crack. Yet still, I recognize a little of Irina in her spirit; tough, just like iron.
I head downstairs. Tomas shoots me an empty look when I reach the main floor, as he’s lounging near the entrance, his legs folded. I sent a few guards away when I arrived home, wanting the privacy tonight.But for what?
No damn clue.
I don’t know what the hell I think is bound to happen with Tessa, but I know just what I want to happen…and there’s a forbidden tinge to it.This is David’s niece, I remind myself, getting a damn grip.
And yet that girl is stilldeliciousin every way—the thought further confirmed as I step onto the patio, catching view of Tessa’s long legs stretched out on a white towel. She’s propped up on her elbows, her breasts pushed out.
Curse you, Lara. The old woman seems to enjoy testing her limits. She looks to have picked up a suit for Tessa that was quite different than what I had in mind.
As the princess takes notice of me, she throws an arm over her waist, looking timid in the light. But as I start to walk, she begins to relax, her legs easing back down on the towel.
White flowers crawl across the blue fabric tucked between her thighs. My cock flexes, my eyes wandering off her thighs and to her chest, finding her breasts are barely covered in the baby blue spandex.Holy fuck.
Her nipples are hard, and my cock is pounding. Our eyes lock and not one of us breaks contact as I silently pray my excitement isn’t noticeable here.
But those light brown eyes trail away, traveling to my chest and then abs, taking in my hard work as working out has become a part of my everyday routine. Without a word, I head for the water; I can’t risk getting turned on with Tessa so close. I want her, and that much will be made obvious—and quickly.
I’d be crossing the line if I did a damn thing anyway. But part of me can’t help but to wonder how she’d react.
