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When their lips parted, Steve let out a long sigh. “Wow.”

Wow, indeed. Her toes had curled on that one.

“Let’s go below,” he suggested.

She was quick to act, graceful as she slipped off his lap and confidently led the way, her senses heightened by the closeness of his presence. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this bayou sunset would forever be etched in her memory.

Chapter Eighteen

ROMEO WAS SURE he was dreaming. Before him stood Daisy Mae with longing eyes, offering herself to him. He never dared to believe that this day would ever come. After resisting the temptation all those years ago, Romeo never thought he would reencounter her. Although he intended to visit his family at some point, he was determined to stay away from her. His heart could not cope with Daisy Mae being romantically involved with another man—married with three-plus children.

As they reached below deck, Daisy Mae paused, holding a hand up. “Wait a second,” she said, disappearing inside. After a moment, she emerged again, having flicked on a pair of fans that she had seemingly charged earlier. “I believe”—she removed her tank top to reveal a strapless lavender lacy bra—”it’s gonna get hot in here tonight.”

Romeo stood paralyzed, his mind filled with questions about when and how he had relinquished control of the night. “Hold up there, swee— Rocket.” He strolled into the tiny cabin. “That be my job to undress ya.” He needed to regain the advantage once more. This was his ultimate dream realized—dammit.

She slipped off her shoes, and he followed suit.

“There be no ‘jobs’ here, but if ya wanna undress me,”—with a coy smile, she traced a finger down the middle of her chest, sending all his blood to his groin, not that most of it wasn’t there already—”come here, Romeo.”

Taken aback by the fact that she had referred to him as Romeo, he was momentarily thrown off balance, almost faltering in his step. He wasn’t sure he liked it from her. It wasn’t that she was a woman. They employed female agents who affectionately referred to him as “Romeo,” but he longed to hear his real name, “Steve.” At times, he found himself yearning for his true identity.

“Are ya gonna remain standing dere?” she inquired, her tone filled with impatience.

Romeo cleared his throat. “Call me Steve, not Romeo, if you please.”

Daisy Mae cocked her head in a thoughtful gesture. “If it be important to ya,oui.”

Nodding, he stepped to her. “It be. Now, about dis lacy contraption….” His fingers tingled with the need to touch her. Reaching up, he gently cupped both her breasts as if weighing them. Perfection. “I do believe,” he said, then spun her around, “this needs ta come off.” He effortlessly unhooked her bra, trailing kisses down the side of her neck and shoulder. She tasted and smelled like what he expected heaven would be like.

Romeo pulled her back to his chest, then reached around and touched her breasts again, continuing the assault on her neck and shoulder. “Mmm, ya taste good. Smell even better,” he muttered between trailing wet kisses.

“Steve, quit teasing me.” She moaned loudly. “I be ready.”

He stilled. Did she think he was a “wham-bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of guy? Had that been her experience with men? He may not have had the most practice, but he knew how to please a woman. And he would pleasure this woman all night.

Romeo gently guided her to turn around and meet his gaze by placing his hand under her chin and tilting it towards him. “Rocket, dere be no need to rush this. We got all night.”

Her intense gaze revealed the answer he sought. She longed for him as much as he did for her. Not that he’d doubted it with her getting half-naked. At times, he found that women tended to perplex him with their actions and words.

“Let’s take dis slow and easy,” he said, touching her cheeks and gently cupping her face. “Mais, kiss me.”

Romeo bent down to match Daisy Mae’s height, and she stood on her toes to kiss him. Once they molded together,warmth suffused Romeo’s body. It was more potent than anything he’d ever felt with a woman. He had no idea if he’d survive when he was actually inside her.

At that, his cock twitched, ready for action. He broke the kiss, reached down, and adjusted himself. He had always been taught to let ladies go first, though he doubted whether his mother’s lesson had been intended to apply to sexual situations. So, he found the zipper on the back of her skirt and removed the garment, letting it pool to the floor at her feet.

Mon Dieu!She wore a lavender lacy thing, and he thought—he spun her again—yep, thong. He believed she wore it for him, and it wasn’t her everyday wear. Either way, he didn’t care at that moment. All he knew was that she had one fine, luscious ass.

Daisy Mae glanced back over her shoulder with a mischievous smile and playfully asked, “Do ya like what ya see?”

Merde, I do.Quirking his lip, he said, “It’ll suffice.”

She spun around and swatted him on the chest. “Why ya—”

Romeo’s mouth covered hers, breaking off her words. He loved to see her hot-blooded. As their tongues dueled and danced, he slipped off her panties, grabbed her butt, and pulled her against his rigid cock. One that had to be released soon from the confines of his shorts.

Gently pulling away from the kiss, he whispered between heavy breaths, “Daisy Mae, I need ya.”

“I need ya, too, Steve.” She sounded more winded than he did, and he wasn’t sure that was possible.

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