Page 9 of His Curvy Ocean Maiden

I could tell myself it was the vacation, the drinks, the perfect atmosphere. But deep down, I knew what made my heart race. What made me feel at peace and relaxed. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldn’t deny it.

Pierce. My cruise ship fantasy.

The only problem?

He already worked his way into my heart.

After spending the day together,we parted ways for dinner as Pierce wanted to clear the air with his family at dinner.

I grabbed a takeout meal from the main dining room and ate on the balcony in my room while reading a book.

We planned on meeting at the infinity pool later for a swim and a few cocktails. But after an hour passed and there was no sign of Pierce, I couldn’t help the disappointment swirling inside me.

As I stood to go, I heard my name.

“Zariah! Wait!”

I looked over and saw Pierce running toward me.

“I’m sorry! Dinner took way longer than I thought.”

“It’s alright, we can hang out another night.”

“No, I’m here now. I want to go swimming.” Pierce grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it off. He tossed it on the lounge chair next to us and took off his slides. “I’ve pictured you all day in a bikini. I wasn’t about to miss it.”

His words didn’t sink in because I couldn’t stop staring at his perfect physique. His broad, muscular shoulders and sexy, ripped arms I couldn’t tear my eyes off, not to mention his washboard stomach. My fingers itched to touch his skin, feel his hard muscles beneath my hands, and I pictured him tossing me around the bedroom.

“Zariah? Are you coming?”

“Huh? What?”

Pierce threw his head back and laughed. “Were you checking me out?”

I flushed as I put my bag back on the chair and removed my sandals. “No.” The word sounded weak and I could tell Pierce didn’t believe my bullshit.

“I like you checking me out.” He grunted and my nipples hardened into stiff peaks. He took one of my hands in his and placed it on his stomach. My breath caught in my throat.

There were lots of people around us but none of them mattered. All that mattered was Pierce and I inside our impenetrable bubble.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against my ear. “Can I help you take off your dress?”

My hormones went nuts, and it felt like my brain misfired in every direction possible. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn’t form any words. So all I did was nod.

As he moved his hands down over my hips, he stopped when his fingers reached the hem of my dress. His fingertips brushed against my skin, and my knees nearly buckled.

Pierce slowly and painstakingly removed my dress, making sure his touch was felt the entire way, and I panted like a damn dog in heat.

His eyes dropped down my luscious curves on full display in my skimpy bikini and I was ready to fucking combust.

This man hadn’t even kissed me yet and I felt like I could orgasm on the spot.

If his touch drove me over the edge, what would it be like to kiss him?

Our faces inched closer.

Our breaths mixed.

He was going to kiss me…finally…he was going to kiss me…

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