he kisses my neck. He takes my open bathrobe and closes it over my body, hugging me tight as I twitch and sigh against him.
I’m not sure how long we lay there. Long enough so that when a knock sounds on the door, I jump off the Prince with a yelp, tumbling to the floor of the cabin.
“Ivy! Are you okay?” Margot knocks on the door again.
I tighten my bathrobe belt with shaking hands, climbing up to my feet. I glance at the door. “I’m fine!”
“We’re docking in five minutes. The car is going to pick us up so we can go home and get cleaned up. Are you okay in there?”
“I’m fine! Be right out!” Does my voice sound fake? Why did it go up so high?
I steal a glance at the Prince, who’s straightening his shorts and combing his fingers through his hair. I suck a breath in through my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut for just a second.
What. Just. Happened.
I think he put a spell on me. There’s no other explanation for what just occurred. Two days ago, I wanted to kill him. Now, I was practically ready to give him my virginity?
Scratch that—I was ready. More than ready. I wanted him inside me in a way I’ve never felt before.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I put my palms to my face and blow out a breath. This is wrong. So, so wrong. He’s supposed to be dating my sister.
Not for real—not really. But still.
Prince Luca stands up and takes a step toward me. All I can do is stare at him. I’m under his spell again, my blood pulsing through every inch of my body. Heat circles my stomach and pings between my thighs. When he reaches me, the Prince sweeps his hand around my back and dips his head down toward mine.
He kisses me again, and I give in to what my body wants. I angle my lips against his, parting them to let him taste them. His stubble scratches my skin, and his fingers slide back to cup the nape of my neck.
Luca’s lips are soft—softer than I would expect. His hand on my lower back pulls me toward him, and I melt into his arms.
This is what I want. I can tell myself that I shouldn’t, that I can’t, that it’s wrong—but I’d be lying to myself. It can’t be wrong to feel like this. My head spins, and I give myself over to the Prince’s kiss. A moan slips through my lips, and Luca’s arms hold me tighter.
I never want it to stop. My body is on fire, screaming for him so loud I can’t hear anything except my own desire. His lips taste like honey and sin. His hands feel possessive and hot as they pull me close.
Then, the yacht thuds against the dock, and we fall apart.
My chest heaves, and I lift my eyes up to his.
“Your Highness…” I bite my lip.
“You taste even better than I thought you would.” The Prince’s voice is low and his eyes are hooded. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.” He’s still standing so close to me that I can feel the heat of his body and smell the scent of his skin.
I close my eyes for a second, shaking my head. “I have to go.”
When I open my eyes back up again, Prince Luca is wearing a roguish grin. His eyebrow quirks, and he dips his chin down.
“I’ll see you soon, Poison.”
I desperately want him to lean down and kiss me again. The space between my thighs aches for him, and my heart thumps in my chest.
He doesn’t, though. Instead, the Prince ducks his head and exits the cabin.
I let out a breath as I watch him disappear through the doorway. A quiver of excitement passes through my stomach, and I try to dispel it with a shake of my head.
I shouldn’t be excited about this. I shouldn’t want more.
The Prince is not for me. He’s royalty. He’s promised to my sister.
But Holy Farcliff, does he know how to kiss. How to touch.
And the feeling of him orgasming against me…
I touch my fingers to my lips, and I can still feel the whisper of his kiss.
I gather up my wet clothes as well as Margot’s. My keys and wallet are soaked in the back pocket of my jeans, and my phone is somewhere at the bottom of Farcliff Lake. Then, with the bundle of wet clothes in my arms, I