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A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “And then later…?” I trailed off.

He grinned. “Later, you are all mine.”

Chapter Fifteen

Pirate

We’d barely gotten the door shut behind us when Saylor kicked off her shoes with a dramatic sigh. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it loose from the ponytail she’d had in all day.

“I think I need to eat a salad tomorrow,” she laughed and glanced over at me. “I swear I’ve gained ten pounds just from breathing near Adalee’s food.”

I leaned back against the door and watched her move around the room. “I’m sure Adalee can make you a salad,” I said as I shrugged off my cut and tossed it over the back of the chair. “But you look good from where I’m standing, baby. I’m not complaining one bit.”

Saylor rolled her eyes and let out a little scoff, but the pink rising in her cheeks told me she’d heard me loud and clear.

“Right,” she muttered, but her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.

There was something thick in the air. That kind of energy that hums under your skin and makes the back of your neck prickle. All day, we’d been close—her hand brushed mine when we passed each other a drink, my fingers grazed her lower back as we stood around laughing with the others. But it was all just foreplay.

We both knew it.

Neither of us had said anything, but it had been building—slow and steady.

Now the sun was down, the clubhouse had quieted, and we were alone.

And I could feel it.

So could she.

Saylor looked at the bed, then at me. “Uh… you want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, her voice a little too high to be casual.

I nodded slowly, my gaze dragging down her body and back up again. “We can do whatever you want, baby.”

Her cheeks turned a shade darker. She swallowed, and her lips parted just slightly.

“I—movie,” she squeaked.

I smirked. She wasn’t fooling either of us.

We both moved at the same time and reached for the remote that was sitting on the edge of the bed. She lunged a little faster, and I reached to grab it just as she bent forward. We collided—not hard, but enough that she lost her balance.

I caught her instantly.

My arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into my chest to keep her from falling. Her hands landed on my shoulders, and for a second, we just froze there—pressed together, breath mingling, and heat spiked between us like we’d stepped into fire.

Her eyes locked onto mine. “Pirate…” she whispered.

The way she said my name—breathless, soft, wanting—almost wrecked me.

I licked my lips. “I’m gonna kiss you, baby.”

Her eyes darkened with desire. Her fingers curled into my shirt.

“Okay.”

That was all I needed.

I dipped my head and caught her mouth with mine in a kiss that felt like the last puzzle piece sliding into place. There was nothing hesitant about it. Nothing slow. There was heat and need and the kind of longing that had been burning low between us.

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