Oh, damn. She was definitely going to regret this.
She grabbed Dom’s lapel and pulled him toward her, backing herself against the wall beside the door. Dom’s eyes widened for a split second before she slid her hand to the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his.
The shock of contact jolted through her system like electricity. His lips were warm, familiar in a way that made her chest ache. For a split second, he hesitated—surprised—and then his arms came around her, one hand sliding to the small of her back, the other threading into her hair.
Oh, it was good.
Dom tasted like summer, salt, and wine, and he kissed her back like he’d been waiting for this since the last time, like he’d been starving for her. His hands slid to her hips, holding her steady, pulling her close enough that her back hit the wall with a muted thump. The jump of adrenaline was instant, white hot, and everywhere. Vivi felt her body responding despite her brain screaming that it wasn’t a good idea. But she was hungry and angry, wanting him and wanting to punish him for how much she still wanted him.
She kissed him harder, channeling her frustration into the press of her mouth against his. His hands tightened at her waist, fingers digging into her skin through the thin silk. He groaned against her mouth, a sound so familiar it made her stomach clench with want.
The guard’s footsteps grew closer, then stopped.
“Guests aren’t allowed in this section,” a deep voice said, sounding equal parts annoyed and bored.
“Mmm,” she moaned dramatically, loud enough for the guard to hear, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp, “I told you we’d get caught.”
Dom caught on immediately. He braced one hand against the wall beside her head and pressed his body against hers. “Worth it,” he growled, and captured her mouth again.
His lips were warm and firm, familiar in a way that made her stomach flutter despite the circumstances. This was supposed to be an act, nothing more than a cover story—the tipsy couple sneaking away for a quickie—but the press of his body against hers, the scent of his skin, the way his hand slid down to grip her hip all felt dangerously real.
The guard cleared his throat loudly. “Sir. Madam. This is not appropriate.”
Dom broke the kiss and turned to look over his shoulder with the perfect mix of embarrassment and defiance. “Sorry, we just... needed a moment.”
“Yes, yes. Everyone needs a moment.” The guard sounded supremely unimpressed, like he’d dealt with this exact scenario many times before. “But not in this section. Come with me, please.”
Vivi straightened her dress, feigning embarrassment while suppressing a smile. The guard hadn’t questioned why they were there—just assumed they were looking for privacy. Perfect.
“You always get me in trouble,” she whispered to Dom loud enough for the guard to hear. She let her words slur slightly, as if the wine had gone to her head.
Or maybe those few sips she’d taken at the tasting really had gone to her head, because she was all hot and dizzy now.
And aching in places she had no business aching.
“You didn’t seem to mind a minute ago,” Dom replied with a grin that made her want to both slap and kiss him again.
The guard led them not back to the wine tasting, but toward an exit that opened onto the lower terraces. “Fresh air,” he said firmly, holding the door open. “Please stay in the guest areas.”
They stumbled out onto the terrace, Vivi still clinging to Dom’s arm as if she needed the support. The late afternoon sun struck the Aegean at an angle that turned the water to hammered gold. Far below, waves crashed against the base of the cliff with a sound like distant thunder.
The door closed behind them with a definitive click.
thirteen
They stood frozen for a moment,then, without a word, grabbed for each other again, colliding in a kiss that had no audience, no strategic purpose. It was hungry, desperate, a dam breaking after years of holding back. His hands found her waist, then slid lower, gripping her hips and pulling her hard against him. She gasped into his mouth at the contact, at the heat of him, at the unmistakable ridge of his cock pressing against her.
“Viv,” he said, voice shredded. “You sure?”
She couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t get enough of him, of the heat and the press of his body and the way his hands slid under the silk. “Fuck me, Dominic. I mean it.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He turned her toward the balustrade, bent her over it, and hauled up the hem of her dress so that it bunched at her waist. She braced herself, hands gripping the curve of the railing, and arched into him without shame as he dragged a finger between her legs.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. You’re dripping for me.” His mouth was at her ear, biting, his breath ragged in time with hers.
He slid his fingers deeper, and she nearly lost her balance. The terrace was exposed, the gardens below crawling with staff, any of whom could look up and see her. The danger was a pulse behind her ribs. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He thumbed her clit in tight, perfect circles, exactly the way she liked, and her knees threatened to buckle.
“God, Viv, you have any idea how much I want you like this? All dressed up and bent over for me, getting off on the thought of someone seeing you with your legs spread and your pretty little ass bare?”