She bristles. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” I breathe, the word coming out harsher than I intended. “I definitely do not want you to leave.”
“Good.”
I swallow hard, my eyes locked on hers as I take a step forward. “You’re shivering. Let’s get you below deck.” I pause, the weight of what’s about to happen settling between us. “If we do this, I need you to understand something. I want you. Badly. But what happens on this boat tonight . . . it stays here. Tonight, we are whatever we want to be, but then it ends. I need to know I have your consent on that.”
She nods, her voice soft but steady as she says, “Gingeronly wants fisherman Liam.”
I close the distance between us, my thumb grazing her lower lip. “Then that’s who you’ll get.”
I push a hand into my sailing jacket, feeling her soft skin beneath my palm. Her breath hitches and she moans softly as I run my thumb over her nipple.
My hard cock brushes against her stomach, and hell, I have to get her downstairs before I take her on the deck, not caring if the entire port can see.
I hoist her over my shoulder, ignoring her surprised yelps as I carry her down the stairs.
“If you want fisherman Liam,” I growl, “you’re going to get him. Every fucking inch.”
CHAPTER 25
Gemma
Only when we’re inhis bedroom does he set me down. I land on my feet with a startled giggle.
Oh fuck. This is really happening.
My mouth goes dry taking in that powerful frame and that glorious V leading to his massive thick cock.
Tonight, I’m Ginger. And Ginger is a brazen ho who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. While Gemma would be reciting HR guidelines, Ginger is the kind of girl who strips down to her underwear on fishermen’s boats and stands there, bold as brass, wearing nothing but their oversized jackets and a come-hither grin.
If my biggest fear is slaving away in a dumbass office job, then I am slaying that tonight. Ginger is here to live her best, most scandalous life, consequences be damned. And if that scandalous life involves getting buck-ass naked on a boat belonging to the hottest fisherman this side of the Atlantic, then so be it.
“I didn’t want you to be alone on your last night before leaving port.” I giggle, trying to sound sexy and coquettish. But my giggles quickly turn into a strangled squeak as Liam backs me against the wall.
I’m terrified and turned on at the same time.
I hit the wall with a thud. He’s got me trapped, that powerful frame pressing into me until my knees threaten to buckle. And fuck, his hands. They’re so deliciously rough as they grasp my hips.
He reaches up, tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. With a yank, he forces my head back, pinning me with his smoldering gaze. “As much as you look good in my jacket. It needs to come off. Now.”
He pushes it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a heap. I stand there in nothing but panties, my nipples pebbling in the cool air of the cabin.
He cups my breast with a commanding hand, kneading the soft flesh. A growl rumbles from him—primal, masculine. He hasn’t even kissed me yet, but his hands are moving over me like he owns me.
My hands glide over his firm chest, over his tattoo, exploring every inch of his solid muscles. Unable to resist, I drag a hand down between us. God, his cock feels amazing. Hard as steel.
He groans as I wrap my hand around him but never breaks our intense eye contact.
He retaliates by peeling my panties down my legs and tossing me onto the bed.
I let out an embarrassingly girly squeal as I bounce onto the sheets, my dignity flying out the porthole. “Hey!” I squawk. No one’s ever treated my undies with such casual disregard before—unless you count that time Winnie used them as a chew toy.
Liam’s answering smirk is pure arrogance as he looms over me, stroking his impressive cock. “They were in my way.”
“You’re even more dominant in the bedroom than in the office.” I pant up at him, unsuccessfully suppressing a shiver.
“What were you expecting? For me to transform into a blushing schoolboy the second we hit the sheets?”
