His strong arms around my waist, drawing me flush against his hard body. My arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his soft hair. We moved as one, our bodies perfectly in sync, as if we’d been dancing together for years.
His warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close. “I had to feel you against me. Had to hold you,” he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. Where his lips grazed my skin, they left a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Don’t let go,” I whispered back, feeling bold and reckless. “Hold me tighter.”
Ethan’s large hands splayed across my back, molding me to him. I could smell him: whiskey and sandalwood. I couldfeelhim. Every inch of his muscular frame pressed against mine, igniting a fire deep in my core.
Maybe people were watching.
Maybe they weren’t.
I tilted my head back, meeting his intense gaze. His blue eyes smoldered with desire, the same desperate longing I felt reflected back at me.
“This is slow dancing,” I said into his ear. “It’s against the rules.”
The song ended, but we remained locked in our embrace, chests heaving, pulses racing.
“We’d better do something that’s not against the rules, then.” Ethan’s voice was heavy and deep. “Meet me below deck by the stairs. Five minutes.” Then he broke away.
People were looking, eyes wide, mouths open.
“I—uh—need to pee,” I mumbled awkwardly, then I stumbled away to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, chest heaving, cheeks warm. Was I really going to meet Ethan? Wouldn’t everyone know what we were going to do? I splashed water onto my wrists and onto the back of my neck, then looked at myself in the mirror.
“You deserve this,” I said, trying out a smile. “And if you’re careful, nobody will ever know.”
Two minutes later, I slipped out and headed for the main staircase, leading down into the belly of the yacht.
At the bottom of the stairs, Ethan was waiting for me. He didn’t say a word, just held out a hand. I took it.
The music was quieter down here, replaced by the deep, steady thrum of the boat’s engine. Ethan pushed open a heavy door, revealing a compact space filled with machinery. Heat enveloped us as we stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal.
“The engine room?” I whispered, my heart racing as Ethan closed the door behind us.
He pulled me close, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “No one will look for us here,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to my hips. “And the noise will cover any . . . sounds we might make.”
Ethan’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of my waist, his fingers barely grazing the sensitive skin above the waistband of my cocktail dress. I could feel the heat radiating from him, mixed with the humidity of the engine room.
Then, he crushed his lips to mine.
The heat was overwhelming.
His hands roamed my back, his touch searing through the thin fabric of my dress. He nipped at my lower lip, a growl rumbling in his chest, and I gasped, the sound swallowed by his questing mouth.
Then, he spoke.
“Lily,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with emotion. “I can’t stay away. I know it’s stupid. I know that everyone knows what we’re doing. But I don’t care. I can’t help myself. It’s like I don’t have a fucking choice.”
He kissed my neck, and I slid my hands down to the hard bulge in his suit pants. He groaned. “You make me feel, Lily. Not just alive. You make me really, fucking feel.”
The words hung in the thick air.
My heart stuttered, then kicked into overdrive. I pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes, those piercing blue depths that had captivated me from the moment we met.
“Ethan,” I breathed, my hand cupping his jaw, my thumb brushing over the curve of his cheekbone. “You make me feel, too.”
With a roar of lust, he pushed me up against the wall, then hitched up my dress and tugged my panties to one side. Moments later, his cock was thrusting into me, so fast and deep that I whimpered and moaned.
As he fucked me hungrily, mercilessly, I kept my eyes fixed on the engine. We moved like parts of the same machine, our bodies deeply in tune.