Page 38 of Faking It at Sea

She looked me dead in the eye and shifted her hips again, letting out a barely audible moan.

“Now you’ve done it,” I rumbled. I set her on her feet for half a second before tossing her over my shoulder. Her squeal sent a rush of pleasure through me.

“I didn’t think you were serious about carrying me,” she said laughing.

I’d only made it three steps before I pulled to a stop. “Do you want down?”

“No?”

“Was that a question or a statement?” I asked, squeezing her thigh.

She wiggled and it was all I could do not to turn my head and bite that plump ass of hers. “A statement.”

With a grunt of approval, I headed for my apartment with Finley keeping pace beside me. I already had a long list of things I wanted to do to June. With June. For June. And now that she’d walked back into my life, I was never letting her go.

EPILOGUE

JUNE - ONE YEAR LATER

Warm wind tugged at my hair as I stared out across the open expanse of black water. Nighttime on a cruise ship at sea was a beautiful sight. The stars weren’t stunted by light pollution the way they were in port, and they reflected off the rolling waves like a living blanket doused in glitter.

No matter how many times I’d come out on the suite’s balcony over the last six days, the wonder never faded.

A familiar scent enveloped me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist as Sutton’s big body pressed against my back. “I knew I would find you out here,” he said, kissing the side of my neck.

“I had to see it one more time,” I admitted.

“Are you not ready to go back?”

That was a simple question with a not so simple answer. “I’m not ready for our honeymoon to be over, but I am ready for whatever comes next.”

He slid his rough hand along my forearm until he reached my hand. When he took it, instead of lacing our fingers together, he gently rotated the platinum wedding band on my ring finger. Iwasn’t a diamonds and gems kind of girl, never had been, but I did love the way the moonlight glinted off the silvery metal.

“You know, there is one thing we haven’t checked off our honeymoon bucket list,” he said, his voice dipping into that sexy, low timbre that always managed to send a shiver through me.

He guided my left hand back to the railing, and with his right, slowly slid the fabric of my little black dress up. He sucked in a breath. “Mrs. Rafferty, have you been without underwear all night?” There was a warning in his voice, a sizzling threat that made my insides clench in the best way.

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, buzzing with anticipation as he nudged my feet wider and unbuckled his pants behind me. The sound of his zipper clicking down made my knees weak. And when he slid the thick head of his cock through my wetness, I had to bite my lip to hold in my moan.

That momentary pleasure was a flicker compared to the fire that licked along my nerve endings as he pressed inside me. It was delicious torture the way he drew it out, until he’d buried himself to the hilt. With the way my legs were already trembling, I wouldn’t last long, and I was pretty sure he knew it.

His left hand closed over mine on the railing, anchoring me in place as his matching platinum band caught the shimmer of the stars and cast it back out into the universe. When his other hand slipped around to my front, zeroing in on my sensitive clit with unerring accuracy, the cool ocean breeze washed over my exposed skin.

Something close to a whimper escaped me.

Then his lips were next to my ear. “You know I love you, right?” he whispered, pulling back, leaving me aching for him.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He drove back into me, slow and controlled. “I would move heaven and Earth for you.”

“I know,” I groaned.

Sutton loved like the world was burning. Fiercely. Completely.

It took me a long time to realize that was part of what scared me about him in the beginning. I’d made the biggest mistake of my life slipping out after our first night together. Fear nearly cost me happiness I didn’t even know I was missing, but now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

He eased his hips back, chuckling low when I pressed back chasing the sensation. He circled my clit gently and I nearly buckled.

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