Lap of Luxury (Love Don't Cost a Thing)

“Soon, princesa. Very soon.”

He dries me all over, as gentle as he was with the loofah. I’ve never seen him like this. I didn’t know he could be like this. Not any Ravnikar, and certainly not Damir Ravnikar.

He puts me into bed and then gets in beside me, and switches out the lights. Strong limbs wrap around me, pulling me against him. I’m cocooned and safe, but all the same I lie there with my eyes wide open, confused.

“Is this your bedroom?” I whisper.

He mumbles a sleepy assent.

“Aren’t you going to tie me up?”

“Go to sleep, princesa.”

“What if I try and kill you in the night?”

His teeth gleam in the darkness as he grins. “You know I love foreplay.”

Chapter Twelve

Damir

I wake several times in the night to check on Bethany, and find her sleeping soundly. Or dead to the world, more like. The last few days seem to have taken it out of her. Whenever I move my body she rouses slightly, nestles closer to me in her sleep, and then descends into deep slumber again.

Yeah, she’s really about to murder me. I laugh softly and close my eyes again.

Around half-past seven in the morning, her eyes finally flutter open. She peers sleepily around, sees me just a few inches from her, looks down and sees we’re both naked, and then gasps and shrinks away from me, clutching the sheet to her chest.

“Good morning,” I say pleasantly, resisting the urge to grab her wrist and yank her closer.

Her eyes are wide and confused, as if she’s having trouble processing last night’s events.

“Yes. I fucked you. And I will again, very soon.” Her eyes widen in alarm, and I laugh. “But not just yet, my tender little virgin. You can relax.”

Bethany sits up and looks about the cabin, frowning like she’s piecing everything together. “You staged that whole thing last night, didn’t you? The engines shutting off, the panicking, the yelling.”

I just grin up at her, pushing the hair out of my eyes. She’s beautiful in the morn

ing. The sheet has slipped down over one of her breasts as she talks, and I reach out with a forefinger to trace her rosy nipple.

She gasps at my touch, losing her train of thought. I palm her heavy breast in my hand, kneading her flesh. Underneath the blankets, my already hard cock comes to straining attention. I could have sex with her again. I could be gentle with her. Well, I could try being gentle. Novelty can be pleasant.

Bethany smacks my hand away. “Hey. Answer my question.”

I growl and sit up. “Ask nicely.”

She glares at me, her little white teeth set. “Please could you answer my question?”

I’ll answer her. Not because her tone was any better, but because I want her to know. “Yes, I staged the whole thing. I wanted to terrify you out of your wits, and I loved every second of it.”

So did Bethany, but I can see she’s not ready to accept that. It doesn’t matter. We both know that she came on my cock last night.

“The sun is shining at it promises to be a beautiful day. Let’s enjoy ourselves.” There’s a phone on the bedside table, and I lift the handset and speak into it. “Breakfast for two on the upper deck, prosim.”

Getting out of bed, I find a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for Bethany, and give them to her. Once we’re ashore I’ll be able to dress her in the manner I prefer, but for now, it’s cute seeing her in my clothes. Like a schoolgirl, she averts her blushing gaze from my naked body and pulls the clothes on beneath the blankets, carefully keeping herself covered up. As if I haven’t already seen everything.

How I’m going to love getting to know every inch of her body. Last night was just an appetizer.

I dress in pants and a loose, button-down shirt, and then hold out my hand for Bethany. She staring off into space, an expression of horror on her face.