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Wishing my friends an absent goodnight as they retreated, I set my glass down and went to where Nic waited. He latched onto my hips and pulled me onto his lap, then wrapped me in his big arms. I leaned against him, soaking in his warmth. “Would you like some wine?” I asked.
“No. Just you.” He kissed my forehead. “Besides, I think you had enough wine for both of us.”
“I am not drunk,” I protested, but recognized it as a lie as soon as the words left my mouth. “Well, maybe a tiny bit.”
He chuckled, not a sound I heard very often out of him. I treasured each one.
His free hand slid under my skirt to stroke my bare legs. “You had fun at dinner. With you friends.”
I nodded against his cheek, snuggling closer. “I did.”
“It was nice to watch you with them.”
“You seemed on edge. Do my friends make you uncomfortable?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “You and Giulio. Did you ever . . . ?”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “No. He was in love with a close friend of mine who later died. There has never been anything romantic between us.” Was this why he’d acted so strangely during dinner? I leaned back to see his face. “Were you jealous?”
Nic’s hand moved higher, past my knee and up to my inner thigh. I shifted to spread my legs ever so slightly. My groin was tightening, my cock responding to his touch as it always did. I dropped a trail of kisses along his jaw.
“Envious of your history,” he said. “So yes, a little bit jealous. I adore you.”
It was the closest he’d come to revealing his feelings for me. My chest squeezed. I didn’t know what to say.
“Would you—?” He paused and studied my face. “Would you consider another vacation with me? The holidays perhaps, if I can get away.”
A burst of pure happiness bubbled up inside me, and I had to close my eyes before I said something stupid. I wanted that so badly. It was only a few months from now. We could sail somewhere warm to fuck and swim and relax together.
But then what? Even if I was willing to break my no relationships rule, he was clearly trying to hide me. Hide us. Besides, I was already behind on the designs for the following year’s winter collection. I needed to focus on my career.
Instead of answering, I avoided the issue by shifting my legs a bit wider. His hand crept higher and he found my surprise.
Nic’s eyebrows shot up as his fingertips brushed my naked balls. “Solnyshko. You are bare under here.”
I bit his jaw, scraping teeth across his whiskers. “All throughout dinner I couldn’t wait for you to find out.”
“Fuck,” he breathed and wrapped his warm hand around my cock. Then he shifted to kiss me . . . and that feeling of rightness settled over me once more. I could drown in this sensation. Nic was more potent than any drug or liquor, and each time with him kept getting better.
Our tongues twirled, with his lips pulling and teasing as his fingers worked magic on me. Soon I was fully hard, the skin of my dick pulled tight. The warm night air blanketed us, the sound of the yacht cutting through the water barely audible over our rough exhales. “Do you like your surprise?”
Nic’s mouth traveled to lick and kiss the side of my neck. “I like everything about you,” he murmured into my skin. “Have you not learned this by now?”
Merda, that was a good answer.
“Tell me what you like best.”
He paused his hand and rested his forehead against my cheek. His voice was quiet, but laced with sincerity. “I can’t put it into words. You are like a beautiful morning sunrise after years of debilitating darkness.”
My heart melted. How could I resist this big, scarred man with his sweet insides? I held onto his jaw and kissed his lips softly. “Let’s go below. Then you may tell me what else you like.”
His fingers tightened around the base of my shaft, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “What if I want to fuck you here, under the stars, with the whole world surrounding us?”
Then I would let him. I didn’t care who saw on this yacht. “Is that what you want?”
He remained silent, which was no great surprise. Voyeuristic hopes dashed, I kissed him, telling him without words that I understood. We were already sliding into unfamiliar and dangerous territory, so there was no need to make it worse.
Sliding his hands underneath me, he stood in one smooth motion, holding me close to his chest and carrying me as we continued to kiss. Cristo santo, his strength was a huge turn on. He wound his way through the opulent rooms until we reached the owner’s stateroom, a gorgeous suite in the bow that overlooked miles of the Mediterranean.
