Page 120 of Ship Outta Luck

Dean is flesh and blood, standing in front of me. He is now.And maybe…

“Well?” I prompt when he doesn’t answer.

He shakes his head, bringing his forehead to me.

“He told me to meet you halfway.” I press another quick kiss to his lips.

“Is that so?” His voice is somewhere between a growl and a rasp, sending goosebumps pebbling over my arms. Tepid tea sloshes over my hand as the boat hits another rough wave. The first raindrops splash across my cheek and nose, and he wipes them away.

“I have a problem with that, though.” I tilt my chin.

“Oh.” Disappointment laces the syllable.

“Yeah. I don’t want halfway.”

Another wave hits, and his body rocks into mine. I groan, softly, eyes half closing at the pressure.

“What do you want?” His lips are at my ear.

“I want to go all the way.” Fire races through my veins as I say it, my own words catching me off guard.

It feels good.

He kisses the side of my neck, and the rain begins falling in earnest. My eyes close.

“It’s going to have to wait until we can get off this boat.” Dean presses another kiss against my neck. “Because when I take you, it’s going to be loud.” He whispers it like a promise. “I’m going to figure out what makes you scream, and I’m going to do it over and over again.”

“Oh.” I blink. “Okay, sounds good to me.”

“That’s all you have to say?” he asks, laughing. He pulls back, and I drink him in, the aggressively masculine jawline, the heat in his eyes. The way his body feels against mine.

“What’s wrong with what I said?” My nose scrunches. “I said yes. That sounds nice.”

“Nice?” he chokes out.

I nod.

He lets out a loud laugh.

“Then let’s get you out of this rain. I don’t want you catching a cold, not with what I’ve got planned.” He grins, and his wicked smile makes my knees weak.

“Do you think they’ll turn the boat around? This could be an emergency, you know.” I’m babbling again.

“What kind of emergency, princess?”

“Pants. Let’s tell them I have a pants emergency.”

He laughs louder and picks up my blanket.

“I doubt they’d do it, even for you, princess.” Dean leans close again, tucking the blanket back around me. “It’s okay, though. Just keep imagining how good it’s going to be when I get you off… this boat.”

He winks, and it’s all I can do not to jump back on him.

“I’ll get you some more tea,” he says, tugging me into the safety of the cutter’s cabin.

Tea, for once, isn’t going to hit the spot.

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