‘I thought you were concerned about my handling the boat with too much alcohol in my system.’
‘James...’
‘I’ve always liked the way you say my name, in that husky voice of yours.’
‘Don’t.’
‘Come sit next to me and then tell medon’t...’ But he didn’t leave her wriggle room, instead fluidly vaulting to his feet and before she could take evasive action. He was there, next to her, his body warm and still slightly damp, smelling of the salty sea andsomething else...
Ellie’s breath hitched in her throat and everything in her body seemed to grind to a halt.
When she dropped her gaze, it was to rest on his hand, loose on his thigh.
She could feel his eyes on her, his attention on her, and the silence pressed down until it was suffocating.
When he stroked the soft underside of her wrist with his finger, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth together.
‘Look at me.’
‘I... I can’t.’
‘Why not?’
Ellie glanced sideways but then she couldn’t stop herself from feasting her eyes on him.
So beautiful, so dangerous. Up close with him like this felt like the first taste of forbidden fruit and the wetness of her own arousal made her feel faint.
He trailed his thumb over the fullness of her mouth and, when he very gently eased it between her lips, she gave a soft little moan and sucked on it.
What was she doing? How was she ever going to get back from this?
But she was discovering at speed what that little wordlustwas all about and just how useless common sense was as a weapon with which to ward it off.
His mouth found hers and she melted against him with a sigh of pleasure. She clutched at the tee shirt and her body unconsciously curved towards his, seeking his hardness and his heat. His clothes felt like a barrier between them and she wanted to shove her hands under the tee shirt and tear it off him.
He pushed her back and his kiss deepened and hardened hungrily.
She was barely aware of him scooping her up and carrying her through to one of the four bedrooms, somehow managing to maintain his balance on the gently bobbing boat. The sky could have fallen in and Ellie didn’t think she would have noticed, so caught up in the moment was she.
During the course of the day, none of the bedrooms had been used. This one, the master bedroom, was spectacular, with a generous queen-sized bed, and hatches and opening portholes which could allow in natural light.
He deposited her on the bed without bothering to switch on the overhead light, for which she was extremely grateful. Heaven only knew, the cold glare of daylight was just around the corner, and with it would come all those horrifying questions she knew she should be asking herself right now, but for the moment she wanted this so badly...
There was no room for questions as she watched him peel away the tee shirt and step out of his swimming trunks.
Ellie groaned aloud and resisted the primal urge to touch herself.
Watching you watching me...
James had never been so turned on before in his life. She lay there, clothed but in disarray, her cheeks hectic with colour and those calm grey eyes hot with the same hunger tearing through him. It was like nothing on earth for him.
Ithurttaking his time. He was so hard for her. He felt the hugeness of himself, and gritted his teeth and remained still for a few seconds, willing himself to take it easy. Just looking at her was enough to make him want to bring himself to a fast climax and there was no way he was going to do that. But those eyes on him, looking at him as he absently played with himself, touching himself...
Was this what playing with fire felt like? Because thiswasplaying with fire. Though temptation had never promised to taste sweeter.
He made sure he had protection at hand and then sank onto the mattress alongside her. Here, the slapping of the water against the sides of the boat was more noticeable because the portholes were open.
He kissed her. He teased his tongue into her mouth and felt her shiver against him. He knew that his hand was not quite as steady as could be expected as he slipped it under the small, stretchy top to find her cotton bra and her small, perfectly shaped breasts. He gently massaged one through the flimsy fabric of her bra.
