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I stare at his lips. Hearing that word stirs up so much inside of me.

“We both want it,” he says in a lower tone. “Unless, I’m shit at reading cues, you want me to fuck you as badly as I want it.”

Since my voice has suddenly abandoned me, I simply nod.

“What do you want to happen after we leave this ship?” He effortlessly tosses the ball back in my court.

“You don’t want anything serious.” I quickly amend that, “I think you don’t want anything serious based on what I’ve heard about you.”

A chuckle rumbles through him. “What exactly has your brother told you about me?”

“Nothing,” I lie. “You’re thirty-six. You’re hot as hell and you’re single. You’ve never been married, right?”

“Never.”

“That all adds up to a committed bachelor.” I raise my hand. “I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that since I’m a committed bachelorette.”

He smiles. “Good to know.”

“I don’t want it to be awkward if we cross paths.” I blow out a breath. “When Matthew and Faith get married for example. He’ll probably invite you to the wedding.”

“He better.” He grins. “Faith is a perfect match for him, by the way.”

I have to agree since my brother’s fiancée is everything he’s ever wanted in a woman. The depth of their love is immeasurable.

“If we sleep together on this ship, what’s going to happen when we see each other at the wedding?”

His fingertips trail over the back of my hand. “We’re adults, Delia. We’ll say hello, maybe share a dance. I wouldn’t be opposed to recreating what I hope will happen later today.”

“We’ll have sex again?” My eyes widen. “That feels messy.”

“What’s wrong with a little mess now and again?” He leans closer. “You’re overthinking this. I’m not about to push you to do anything, but there’s something to be said for enjoying the moment.”

As if on cue, our mojitos arrive along with a smile on the face of the woman delivering them. “Can I just say that you two make a beautiful couple?”

“We’re not that,” I correct her with a shake of my head.

Donovan laughs as he reaches to take both drinks from her tray. “We’re new friends exploring what’s to come.”

She giggles at that. “No pun intended, right?”

I bury my face in my hands as I try not to blush.

“Enjoy your drinks,” she says just as I lift my head to meet Donovan’s searing gaze. “I’ll keep them coming.”

Another round of giggles fall from her lips as she walks away leaving me alone with the man who is becoming harder to resist by the second.

CHAPTER TEN

Donovan

I’m on my second strawberry mojito and I’m already feeling the impact of the ridiculous amount of rum that was added to it.

I’m not full on drunk, but I’m experiencing a buzz that I don’t mind one bit.

I’ve spent at least the last ninety minutes staring at Delia. I’ve tried my best not to be overt about it, but the woman is so fucking breathtaking that tearing my gaze from her feels damn near impossible.

She talked non-stop about a summer she spent in California when she was in her twenties. She headed there with a friend for a ten day stay only to prolong it when she applied for a job as a house and pet sitter at a beach cottage on a dare. She landed the job and as her friend made the trek back to Manhattan alone, Delia spent the next three weeks enjoying the sun, surf and the company of a Dalmatian puppy.

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