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One of his hands slid down her back and into her bikini bottoms until his blunt fingertip pressed against her entrance. He traced her labia, sending sensation pulsing through her core.
She ran her hands along his backside, squeezing tight muscles and making him groan. But she wanted something more, needed to touch another part of him.
Jenna brought her hands between them to caress his length. He pressed into her hands with another pleasure-filled groan.
Jenna tugged his hard-on out of its Lycra confines. It was hot and big, bobbing in the water, even as she curled her fingers around it.
Her fingertips didn’t quite meet, but she used both hands to compensate as she’d learned to do in her short time as his lover. They touched each other, building the pleasure between them until the need to join was pulsing through her.
But it was Dima who broke the kiss this time to say, “I need to be in you, now.”
“Yes.”
She shoved her bikini bottoms down her legs and kicked them off, not caring where they went. Then she hopped up, spreading her legs so her thighs were on either side of him, and she crossed her ankles.
The head of his erection brushed her opening, and they both shuddered.
Desire was pulsating through her, but so was emotion. Jenna felt connected to Dima like she’d never been to anyone else. She’d spent years keeping people, even Nataliya, at a certain distance.
And somehow this prince had made it past barriers forged in the pain of loss and fear of her own body’s genetics.
She needed him inside her, but even just being held like this, their connection reached to the core of her soul and held on tight.
Jenna used the water to shift easily as she settled over his erection, explosions of ecstasy going off inside her as she lowered herself onto him.
“Yes, just like that,milaya moy.” Dima held on to her hips with both hands, helping her to stay close even as they began to move.
The water made her buoyant, but it also increased the friction, not as silky smooth as her own natural wetness. It all added to the moment, and they strained together, chasing that pinnacle of pleasure. He came first, his shout loud and his body going rigid.
The way he swelled inside her as he came was the final stimulation she needed to go over, and Jenna cried out as she climaxed too.
The water moved them together, causing pleasant aftershocks until Jenna let her head fall forward to rest against his neck.
“You did say you wanted to work me out of your system,” she said, teasing. Mostly.
Part of her wanted him to deny it.
What he said was, “I’m not sure that will ever be possible, but we can keep trying.”
He sounded like he was teasing too, but right then Jenna could not be sure. It was the worst time for her ability to read him to go on the fritz.
The pang in her heart needed him to be joking.
If he was still intent on sexing her out of his system, Jenna was in for a world of hurt. But then, she’d never acknowledged things had changed for her either.
She wasn’t sure that either of them had the courage it took for complete emotional honesty, but at least when they were making love, they both offered nothing but raw truth and their need-tinged ecstasy.
Dimitri lay awake, Jenna held close to his body.
She had a list of reasons why marriage between them would not work. He was a prince and active member of a royal family. If she would just admit it, she would see that she too was an active member of a royal family and had been since Nataliya agreed to marry Nikolai.
His status as a billionaire who required staff and security would be a plus to a lot of women, and men, but for his Jenna? Not so much.
He was five years younger, and that could not be changed, but it was hardly the barrier she thought it was. Jenna was the woman he wanted at his side, and he did not care that she was thirty-five, rather than twenty-five and primed to have children.
Her self-imposed sterility was something he admired, because it showed how much she was willing to give up to protect future generations. How could he feel anything but respect at that? It was certainly no reason for them not to marry. If they decided they wanted children, there were options.
How could she not see how perfectly they fit together? Not only in the bedroom, but outside of it.
