Page 55 of Unmoored

So does the deck under my feet.

“Whoa!” I yelp as Murph lifts me into the air. “I-I’m not even dressed…!”

“Too bad,” Murph says. The smaller boat rocks with every little lap of the waves—and with Murph’s steps as he turns around. He sets me right down on the cool leather passenger seat of the boat.

Fucking fuck. My heart is pounding at a hundred miles an hour. I’ve never had anyone manhandle me like this before. And, as it turns out, you could say it floats my boat. It’s all I can do not to tip my head back and moan and beg him to take me right here and now.

“But my bed is right here?—”

Murph closes the scant space between us in a single move. He pushes a knee between my legs, shoving my thighs open to step right up to me. I could almost bury my face in that sexy button-down shirt of his… and my mouth’s watering.

It would be so fucking easy to get us intorealtrouble right here.

“I already dropped off our breakfast and coffee there to keep warm.” Murph cups my cheeks between his palms and leans down. “Let me have you the way I want to, just this once.”

I catch my breath, almost trembling with the electric intensity in the air between us. He’s watching me like he’s waiting for the answer to the questions he hasn’t asked. But I’m pretty damn sure I know the answers anyway.

“Okay,” I breathe out softly.

Murph gives me one of those rare, precious smiles in the dawn light. “Thattaboy,” he praises me softly. Then, he leans down and presses his lips against mine.

He’s kissing me hard. The sudden warmth of his mouth sliding against mine, his teeth catching my lower lip, his tongue shoving its way into my mouth… I can’t resist it. Not for a second. He kisses me so fucking passionately that every thought flees my brain at once.

I want more.

But that isn’t all he’s up to. One of his hands slides between my shoulder blades… and the other is suddenly resting on my cock. The heat of his palm presses firmly against my hard-on. He rocks his hand slightly into me, back and forth, up and down.

“Mmmnh…” I whimper, throwing my head back. Just like that, I melt under and into him. I push upward, greedily trying my hardest to grind into the heel of his palm… but he responds by pulling it away, making it clear that he controls the rhythm.

All I can do is collapse into the seat, spread my legs for him to push himself up close to me, and give in.

The little smirk dancing around Murph’s lips between kisses, the rough breathing, the tent in his pants… it’s clear as day that he’s enjoying having me under his hands, even when he isn’t getting off on it. At least, not right away.

God. I can’t believe I’ve finally found a man who knows how to make me feel like my body, my pleasure, is a gift I’m giving him. And more than that—Murph knows exactly what to do with that gift. It just makes me want to give myself over to him, completely and entirely.

Murph’s hands slide from my cheeks slowly to the back of my head as he kisses me over and over again, open-mouthed and fierce. One hand tangles in the hair at the back of my head. With the other, he brushes his fingertip down my bare chest until he reaches my nipple, and then he slowly draws a circle around it.

I whimper against his mouth, arching away from the seat and into him. But instead of ravishing me right here, he slowly pulls away from me—and the kiss. He even takes his hand away, grinning as I whimper with a sharp protest.

It takes me all I have not to immediately start touching myself instead.

“Fuuuck,” I moan. “I thought you were gonna show me what Sunrise Island pirates do to their captives.”

His breathing is rough, his eyes glassy and dark with desire. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns in a rough, low voice.

“What if I can’t seem to help myself?” I breathe out, spreading my legs further apart.

Murph licks his lips, swallows hard as he stares down at the hard line of my cock against the shorts that are struggling so heroically to preserve my modesty. He leans down, brushing his lips against my jaw until I melt into his hands.

“Believe me, I want to take you right here,” he murmurs.

Holy fuck. Is he going to do it? I hope so. I’d give anything to feel him inside me right the fuck now…

I whimper softly, and he presses a kiss behind my ear. “But… it’s you. So I can’t do half the things I want to do to you without making you wear a lifejacket.”

That sure as hell punctures the mood. “Ewww,” I groan, wrinkling my nose. Murph’s right, of course. I’m way too accident-prone to scoff at the purpose of a lifejacket. But if he makes me put on one of those smelly, damp foam things…

It’ll make my shorts a lot less tight, let’s just put it that way.

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