Page 32 of Faking It at Sea

Her weight in my arms was the perfect counterbalance to my spinning thoughts. She anchored me in a way I couldn’t explain, and when I kicked the chair out of the way and set her on the edge of the small wooden desk, her gasp was the only sound that existed in my world.

Not the drum of my pulse in my ears.

Not the low hum of the ship’s engines carrying us across the waves.

“I want you, June, but it’s been a long time for me.” Years, in fact. My body knew what to do, there was no question in my mind about that, but I’d never felt a need as powerful as the one gripping me now. “Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable or if you start to have second thoughts.”

I wanted everything she was willing to offer, but more than that, I wanted to give her a night that would be seared into her memories for a lifetime. And it needed to be there for the right reasons.

She searched my face and nodded. “I promise.”

“Good.” I kissed her again, fiercely, letting my hunger guide my hands as they slid down her body.

I kissed and nipped my way down her neck, reveling in the way she stretched to give me better access. The soft, warm scent of her earthy perfume clung to her skin, and I inhaled deeply. “Fuck, babygirl. You smell incredible.”

A shiver raced through her, hardening her nipples to two perfect little pebbles. I took one in my mouth through the fabric of her dress, grazing my teeth over the sensitive nub. One of her hands came up and sank into my hair as I traveled to the other side and repeated the tease.

She leaned back when I trailed my hands down her thighs and sank between them. Temptation was just a few short inchesaway, but I continued down, running my hands over her calves as I slipped her heels off one at a time.

How was it possible that every part of her body was wrapped in seduction?

Working my way back up, I took my sweet damn time, intent on memorizing every delicious line and curve of her body.

Her little hiss when I nipped her inner thigh would live rent free in my mind for years. And of course, that was the moment I realized she wasn’t wearing anything beneath that slinky dress.

Wicked woman.

Wetness glistened between her shapely legs. I licked my lips before glancing up to check in. Some women didn’t enjoy oral sex, and even for those who did, it was a unique kind of intimacy.

Fire burned in June’s brown eyes, telling me everything I needed to know.

That first erotic taste of her sent a jolt of excitement up my back. And her little whimper? God save me.

I yanked her closer to the edge and devoured her until her hands fisted in my hair and she was writhing in my grip.

“Oh. Fuck,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

Like that was even an option. I spread her legs wider and slid a finger inside her, swallowing a groan when her inner walls fluttered. She let out a cry, and when I added a second finger, stretching and stroking and sucking in time, she detonated.

Her thighs clamped tight around my head, muffling the sound of her climax, and I could have died a happy man right then and there. Save for the raging erection straining against my zipper.

Prying her trembling thighs apart, I stood and grabbed her face with both hands. I kissed her again so she could taste herself on my lips, then I hauled her up and carried her across the small room.

I was tempted to toss her on the bed but managed to hold back long enough to set her on her feet and slide that devilish dress up her body and over her head. Her chest was still heaving as she reached for my shirt without a word, and I didn’t stop her, watching with a hungry fascination at the way she bit her bottom lip a little harder each time a tiny button slipped free.

Then her hands were all over me. Her kiss had my head buzzing like I’d had one too many drinks, and her fire consumed my desire to make this night last. I nudged just hard enough to send her backward onto the pillowy mattress as I followed her down.

I kissed a path over her beautifully soft belly, trailed my tongue up between her breasts, and kissed her hard as I settled between her legs. My slacks were still half zipped and my shoes still on, but I didn’t care.

“I need you,” I breathed, pressing the evidence of that need against her center. “Now.”

She was right there with me, her hands slipping between us to free my aching cock from its linen prison. I sucked in a sharp breath at her touch and held it as she stroked my length once, twice.

“Careful,” I panted.

“It really has been a while, hasn’t it?” she asked, sounding pleased.

“Years,” I confessed with an unintentional growl.

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