But, oh, did he want it. Wanther. All of her.
He pictured that pretty little mouth of hers wrapped around his cock, those sweet sapphire eyes staring up at him behind her yellow glasses. Imagined her twirling her silky tongue and delicate fingers along his shaft. Taking him in like she was taking that goddamn banana.
She opened her eyes to find Rafa examining her. Upon meeting her gaze, he quickly cleared his throat and snapped his attention straight ahead.
“You must really like bananas,” Rafa said, hoping she didn’t notice the bulge growing in his pants.
Miri swallowed and covered her mouth as she finished chewing, then said, “Actually, it’s a banana maçã. Apple-banana. Have you ever tried one?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh, here.” She broke off a one-inch piece then brought it to his mouth. He stared at her hand for a fraction of a second before wrapping his lips around the fruit, his tongue grazing her fingertips with the subtlest of touches.
“Mmm…thatisgood,” he said.
Now Miri was the one clearing her throat and averting her attention as she snapped her jaw shut and backed away. “I know. I wish you could find them in the States more easily,” she said. “Do you think it’s okay if I eat something else?”
Rafa laughed. “Sure. I don’t think Sérgio will be expecting that we left his stash alone,” he said with a wink.
Miri smiled, then dug into the box again, this time pulling out a guava. She bit right into the skin, again groaning at the deliciousness and settling onto the bench. Did she not know what those groans were doing to him?
“God, why is fruitsomuch better here?” she asked, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head.
Rafa laughed again. “Let me try it.”
Miri hopped up and brought the fruit to his lips while licking her own. This time, he took her wrist in his hand, steadying her hold, then sunk his teeth into the juicy fruit while his gaze firmly focused on her.
Time slowed as the juice seeped from the fruit and dribbled down his chin, and he paid no attention to the fact that her hand was dripping with the guava’s sweet nectar. With Felix and Logan still sound asleep, they were finally alone. They lowered their arms and took a few steps toward each other. He pulled her close, then leaned down to kiss her.
“Wait!” Miri said, stopping him and lifting her hand to cover her mouth. “I have morning breath.”
He smiled and then took the guava from her hand, placing it on the steering panel. Then, one by one, he took her fingers and placed them in his mouth.
“After spending half the night kissing you,” he said as he lapped up the delicious juice from her pinky, “I’m surprised that you think I’d care about a little morning breath.”
Miri’s chest heaved as he sucked her fingers. Tasting her. Savoring every bit of that fruit on her and then some. Maybe it was simply the boat rocking on the river, but Miri’s knees buckled, and she lost her balance.
“Whoa,” Rafa said, quickly wrapping his arms around her. “I got you.”
Her hands gripped his biceps, and she looked up at him. Oh, he had her all right.
Though, with the way her eyes seemed to search his soul, maybe it was the other way around. She’d taken hold of him. And as his entire body swelled like a thunderous wave crashing into the shore, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted her to let him go.
“Morning,” Logan said as he and Felix entered the cabin.
“Everything okay?” Felix asked upon noticing Miri in Rafa’s arms.
Rafa quickly released her from his hold and returned to the ship’s wheel.
“Yep, lost my footing is all,” Miri said, smoothing out her clothes and hair.
“Oh! Where’d you get that?” Logan said, rushing over to the guava sitting on the dash and sinking his teeth in. “Mmm, so good,” he said with his mouth full.
“Some might say finger-licking good,” Rafa said, winking at Miri. “Goes great with Pringles.”
“You’ve got Pringles?” Felix asked excitedly.
“Sorry,” Rafa said. “I don’t share.” He tossed Miri a suggestive glance, and her mouth slackened.