Page 116 of The Wrong Husband
She looks up to catch me watching her and blushes further. "I was talking about the view."
"So was I."
She chuckles. "Charmer."
"Only because I can’t stop myself from appreciating my good fortune."
She looks taken aback, then something like sadness filters into her eyes, before it’s replaced by a determination. She locks her arm about my neck and juts out her chin. "Are you going to show me the yacht?"
I want to ask her what brought about that wistful expression on her features but decide to save it for later.
"Your wish is my command, milady," I say lightly, drawing a giggle from her. Glad I lightened her mood; I nod toward the space we’re in. "This is the main salon, or the main deck, as it’s called." I head toward the adjacent kitchen. A steel island separates the prep area from the living space. "This is the galley." I jerk my chin in the direction of the gleaming appliances. Then I carry her up a short flight of steps and into the wheelhouse.
"This is the pilot’s cabin." She takes in the curved console which constitutes the helm, the twin leather captain’s chairs, the holographic navigational maps glowing softly on the dash. "Every dial and screen is voice activated, or fingerprint activated.”
"Very modern." She nods.
"I had it updated recently." I demonstrate with a voice command that turns the floor-to-ceiling window that offers a view of the horizon opaque; then use another command to turn it transparent again.
"Wow."
For some reason, I feel like I’m a teenager showing off my first car to my girlfriend. Strange, how being with her makes me want to impress her, and take care of her, and own her, simultaneously.
"Aren’t you tired of carrying me?" She looks up at me from under her eyelashes.
"I’ll never get tired of carrying you."
A pleased look lights up her features.
"Besides, I haven’t shown you the living quarters yet." Turning, I make my way past the galley, then the living space, down the steps to the lower deck, and into the master suite.
When I put her down, her heels sink into the luxurious carpeting.
She makes a slow turn, taking in the king-sized bed, fitted with crisp linen, a black silk throw, and pillows. The walls are paneled in warm-toned teak. A curved leather chaise lounges by the oversized porthole.
She peeks into the private en-suite bathroom which features his-and-hers sinks, and a rain shower with a skylight above.
"Whoa, that’s some tub." She stares at the deep Japanese soaking tub set in the middle of the room. It faces a view of the ocean through a one-way window. Plush towels are folded, along with other essentials, on a shelf built into the wall. "The floors are heated, too," she exclaims, looking at me over her shoulder.
"I don’t skimp when it comes to my comfort, or yours."
"Hmm…" She walks over and slips her arm about my waist.
The gesture is natural, and the sheer normalcy of it makes my heart stutter. Which is a first. I’m not one to be moved by casual gestures of affection. And that’s what this is. I wonder if she realizes it’s a sign that she trusts me, whether she admits to it or not.
I place my hands on her hips, stopping myself from pulling her up against me with difficultly. Instead, I content myself with a kiss on her forehead. "Why don’t you change into something more comfortable and meet me up on the bridge?"
"How did you manage to get my clothes in there and unpacked so quickly?"
I turn to find her walking up the steps to the pilot’s cabin. She’s wearing a simple white cotton dress that leaves her shoulders bare and dips toward her cleavage, while showing off the shape of her legs. She’s wearing the kitten heels from earlier, and my groin hardens in response.
I remember my promise of fucking her in them and barely hold onto my patience. I can’t wait to feel her pussy clamp down on my cock.
“Would it be too creepy if I admitted I began assembling a wardrobe for you—before I even proposed?” I drawl.
She freezes at the top of the steps. “You werethatsure I’d say yes?”
I nod, slow and unapologetic. “Maybe not immediately; but I was confident I’d do everything in my power to make youwantto.”
