ONE WEEK LATER, we walked into our stateroom, and Arric stalled, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Wasn’t expecting this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “You told me at one point you were a fisherman.”
He chuckled. “Ain’t never been on a boat that looked like this, baby.”
I turned to face him, looping my arms around his neck. “Welcome to the good life.”
“This is the last thing your parents are paying for, right?”
“Yes, love. We’re on our own from this point on… well, until my trust fund matures.”
“Jesus. I’m not takin’ your money.”
“Are we or are we not bound?”
“Yeah, baby, we’re bound.”
“Then, it’s not my money, is it?” I challenged. “It’s ours.”
“I’ll sign a pre-nup, or a post-nup, whatever fuck nup needs to be signed to protect it.”
“You’re thinking like a human, honey,” I said with a laugh. “There is no need for a nup. We’re never breaking up.”
“At the risk of sounding like a sexist asshole, I need you to know I can provide for you.”
“I do know that, sweetheart.” I stroked his cheek. “There was never a doubt. But it’s good to know I’m here for backup if we need it.”
He grinned and the tension left his body. “You’re really good at placating me.”
“I know. It’s my superpower.”
He slid his hands under my shirt. “You wanna seemysuperpower?”
I licked my lips. “Yes, yes I do.”
Pulling my shirt off over my head, he tugged the straps of my bra down my arms, freeing my breasts but making it difficult for me to lift my arms. Arric leaned down, drawing a nipple into his mouth as he pushed my skirt from my hips.
I’d dressed comfortably in a maxi skirt, V-neck T-shirt, and a blingy pair of slip-on sandals. I felt cute, but I also knew I was dressed in the most optimally easy-access clothing I owned.
The fabric of my skirt fell in a pool to the floor, and Arric knelt in front of me, helping me remove my sandals before pressing his face to the apex of my thighs. I was wearing a barely-there G-string and he tore it easily from my body. “No more panties.”
“Ever?” I challenged.
He looked up at me. “We’ll start with our honeymoon and branch out from there.”
I grinned, sliding my hands into his hair. “Okay.”
His face pressed back against my mound and his tongue lapped at my clit. “Spread, Isla.”
I spread and was rewarded with his fingers inside of me while he sucked at my clit. I removed my arms from the prison of my bra, unsnapping it and letting it drop to the floor so I’d have full range of motion, but before I could move, Arric stood, lifting me, and dropping me onto the bed.
He quickly divested himself of his clothing, then he was inside of me, and I could barely breathe with the ecstasy. I gripped his shoulders as an orgasm washed over me and I cried out his name.
He kissed me, swallowing my cry as he buried himself deeper and deeper, building yet another climax in me.
Before I could completely lose myself, however, he rolled us so that I was straddling him, keeping our connection. “Ride me, Isla.”
I leaned down, running my tongue over his pulse before I sat up, settling my hands on his thighs, and lifting my hips slowly.
