Page 65 of Booked for Summer

His libido started to dance again. ‘We go back to plan A.’

Her eyes glinted. ‘Remind me what that involved again? I mean after the race to the yacht, which went spectacularly well, I think.’

Laughter rumbled through him. ‘If I’d known it involved an evening swim, I’d have settled for being a… whatever a nincompoop is.’

He followed her inside, gaze glued to her spectacular ass as it swayed ahead of him. ‘A ninny, a fool.’ She glanced over her shoulder at him. ‘Kind of like a guy who jumps into the sea after a woman without checking first if she can swim.’

With a grunt he lunged for her, hauling her up and over his shoulder. ‘I was heroic.’

‘You were,’ she laughed, wriggling in his hold.

‘You should thank me for rescuing you,’ he added as he marched down the stairs to the master bedroom.

‘Oh, yes? And how should I do that?’

‘Taking your clothes off would be a good start.’

He pushed open the door to the master cabin and slid her carefully back onto the floor, taking a moment to drink in her appearance. Dishevelled blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a grin that could light up a room from a hundred yards. Carefully he smoothed the wet strands behind her ears. ‘I never know what’s going to happen next when I’m with you.’

‘Is that a bad thing?’

He shook his head. ‘It’s just not something I’m used to. I’m usually in control, but with you it’s like I’m on a rollercoaster ride and I’m not sure what’s going to happen around the next corner.’

‘Life should hold some surprises. It’s what makes it interesting.’

He went to turn on the shower before slipping the soaked top over her head. ‘You’re definitely that.’ As his eyes caught sight of the red sting on her stomach, he winced. Instinctively he knelt in front of her and began dropping feather-light kisses across the soft skin of her belly. First it was to soothe, but when she let out a moan of pleasure, his body woke up again and the kisses turned sensual. With fast movements he dragged off her shorts and underwear, his breath catching at the sight of her fully naked. ‘Fuck. It’s no wonder I can’t keep away. Not when I know what you’re hiding beneath your clothes.’ His tongue began to trace lazy circles around her belly button and then lower, revelling in her sharp inhale, in her low moan of pleasure as he reached his target.

‘I thought we were showering…’ Another moan. ‘Forget it, doesn’t matter, keep doing that.’

Smiling to himself he continued to feast, getting harder and harder the wetter she became. When she unleashed a series of fast, hot pants before letting out a cry of pleasure, he was moments away from embarrassing himself.

‘Oh, my God, you are a bloody master with your tongue… no, a virtuoso. Is that more skilful than a master? Whatever is most skilful, that’s what you are.’

At the end of his arousal tether, he lurched to his feet and kissed her, diving straight in, hands sliding over her damp body as he pulled her more firmly against him. ‘What I am,’ he said roughly when he broke for breath. ‘Is horny, hard and desperate to be inside you.’

‘Then take your frigging trousers off and get in the shower with me.’

With a sultry wink over her right shoulder, she sashayed into the bathroom.

He almost fell over in his haste to rid himself of his wet pants, ending up hopping in a very undignified manner. Something the giggles from the shower told him she’d witnessed. ‘If your staff could see you now, they’d not be so terrified of you.’

Finally, he dragged the damn things off. ‘You’re technically staff and you don’t seem that scared.’

‘That’s because I know yourdon’t mess with mescowl is all for show.’

He whipped his boxers off and flung them on the floor on top of the soggy clothing pile. ‘It’s not.’

‘So how do you explain letting Ashley go without completing her notice? Sounds like something a caring, considerate,softieof a boss might do.’

‘There’s nothing soft about me,’ he protested, the part of him that was painfully hard bobbing in agreement as he marched towards to the bathroom. ‘And where did you hear about that, anyway?’ He could guess, having read the hand-delivered letter Ashley had sent him via Claire. His eyes caught sight of the water cascading over those glorious curves. ‘Forget it, doesn’t matter.’

She squealed as he ducked into the shower, her legs automatically wrapping round his hips as he lifted her. ‘Need to be inside you,’ he muttered, dipping his mouth to hers, nibbling on her plump lips before delving into the sweet depths of her mouth with his tongue.

Her hips shifted and he slotted himself home.

Then froze. No.

‘Hey.’ Her eyes searched his. ‘Everything okay?’

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