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“It’s crossed my mind,” I admitted. “But, no. That’s not what I was saying. Tell me what you want, love.”

“Well, maybe, I just want…something,” she answered.

“What do you want?” I repeated, needing clarification from her. If she was drunk, and this was just harmless flirting, I could deal with that. I could spoil her, kiss her, show her how much I wanted her without letting anything go too far.

But if she wanted me, truly wanted me the way I wanted her, I wasn’t sure I could hold back. Half of me prayed she’d beg off, drop the conversation and move on. But the other half… Well, that part was rock-hard and desperate to find release in my future wife.

“I want you,” she said, meeting my gaze with solid determination.

“Good. Say no more. For now.” I scooped her into my arms, carrying her quickly through the casino toward the deck outside. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laughed but didn’t fight me.

“You really are just like Rhett Butler,” she said, leaning forward to nuzzle my neck.

“That scene where he picks up Scarlett and takes her upstairs isn’t actually romantic,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”

“Fraser, just take me to bed.”

I didn’t need to be told again.

Eight

Fray

I set Emerson down long enough to open the cabin door. As I fumbled with the stupid keycard, she wrapped her arms around me, her face pressed to my back and her fingers running up my chest.

“Why isn’t this working?” I hissed, repeatedly running the plastic over the reader.

“Turn it around,” Emerson suggested. Her hands slid lower, palms running down my hips to my thighs, her thumbs just barely missing the most sensitive parts of my anatomy.

I was half out of my mind with lust for her, which is probably the only reason I bothered turning around the card as if it would do anything. It didn’t.

Growling in frustration, I grabbed Emerson’s arm, pulling her around me. I pressed her back against the door and pinned her there, attacking her mouth. Her knee went between my legs, and the pressure of her thigh against my cock was almost my undoing.

This was going way too fast. Suddenly, I was glad the key wasn’t working and had forced me to slow down for a moment. Em deserved better than some half-drunk fucking.

I stepped back, smiling at the soft whine that escaped her beautiful lips. I’d just pulled out my cell to call Marco for assistance, when something important occurred to me. I looked up and down the hallway, realization dawning on me.

“Babe,” I said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles softly. “It’s the wrong room.”

For a moment, I wasn’t even sure we were on the correct deck, but we were.

“Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth with her free hand, but the giggles couldn’t be contained. “I’m sorry. I swear I’m not laughing at you.”

“Well, you should be,” I admitted, pulling her down the passageway.

“No. All of these doors look the same,” she insisted. “And you were a little distracted.”

“Just a little,” I agreed, stopping at the next door and holding up the card. The lock clicked open immediately. Like magic. Or being at the correct room. Semantics for another time, though.

We stepped inside, and the atmosphere suddenly tensed. For a moment, I worried my stupid mistake had cooled her passion, and I wouldn’t blame her for it. So I wasn’t quite prepared when she threw herself into my arms. My slight buzz combined with the swaying of the ship caused me to lose my balance, and we crashed to the floor together.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked. She’d landed on top of me, and in her concern, she shifted to sit on my hips, her dress hiking up and exposing her creamy thighs, her center directly over my achingly hard cock.

It would be so easy to take her. To flip us over, undo my pants and just fuck her senseless right there on the floor. To claim her as mine.

Fortunately, she stood, relieving some of the pressure on my dick and my thoughts came back online. I followed to my feet, forcing myself to calm the fuck down.

“You look like the big bad wolf about to eat me,” she whispered as I stalked toward her. Yes, I was thinking straight, but I wanted her pleasure, however much she allowed.

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