“Yes, Henry?”
The glint in Henry’s eyes turned utterly sinful. “The main deck and anywhere overlooking it is off limits to crew … for at least the next three hours.”
I chanced a glance at Josie, who gave a little knowing smile and nodded before heading towards the stairs leading down to the crew quarters.
“I suppose I should get into my swimmers … you know, because I’m going to train … in the swim spa …” I raised a cheeky eyebrow at Henry.
“Wear the two piece, Catnip.”
With a giggle, I dumped my cereal bowl in the kitchen and practically skipped to the bedroom to change, my stomach a riot of excited butterflies.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
I’ve Never Received One …
HENRY
Ishould let her train. I really need to let her train.
My hungry gaze was locked on my beautiful, fit, sexy, delicious wife, who was setting a punishing pace for herself in the swim spa, the sporty burnt-orange two-piece she’d donned drawing my eyes to her taut backside.
When she finishes training, then you can go play.
Apparently, my dick hadn’t gotten the memo and was uncomfortably hard, tenting my shorts.
With a low groan of agonised impatience, I forced my eyes down to the screen of my laptop, where I had up the schedule of works River had sent me through for Staghorn.
The sale wouldn’t be official for another week, but the owners had graciously allowed us access to the island to begin surveying the resort site, to plan demolition and allow architects to begin work on a design for a new, scaled-back eco resort.
River planned to first set himself up a camp, to live on site for as much time as he could be away from his other responsibilities. He’d planned a full ecological survey of the island and the surrounding reefs to ensure that we had a base line to work with when it came to conservation.
I was in awe of his passion for the environment and his drive to make this joint venture work, not just financially, but ecologically, giving Staghorn as an ecosystem a sustainable future.
I stared down at some of the photos he’d included in his report, recognising the beach that Irina and I had said our vows on.
And I was right back to where I’d been mere moments ago—aching and aroused and on the verge of throwing my damned laptop into the ocean and launching myself at my wife.
Clearly there would be no distracting me from her. Not now I could have her whenever … and wherever I wanted her.
Snapping the computer shut, I stood and sauntered over to the edge of the spa. She immediately slowed her pace, letting the jets push her to the far end of the pool. When she stood, her breasts rested just above the waterline, and her nipples were hard through the fabric of her swimmers.
My breath caught.
“I thought you’d never come,” she panted, tugging off her goggles and cap and shaking her ponytail free. “I promised myself I wouldn’t beg you to join me.”
I bit back a moan, practically tearing off my shorts. The swim trunks I was wearing underneath did absolutely nothing to hide my erection, and Ri’s lips parted.
God … I wanted to feed my dick between those plump lips. But this was about her. And her pleasure fed my pleasure, so in the end, it worked out for both of us.
I bent to the control panel, changing the spa from the swim setting to the relax one, and I slid into the water. She was on me in an instant, hands clasped around my neck, legs wrapped around my hips, ravenously taking my mouth.
I kissed her back with every emotion I’d been holding onto in the months since we’d met. When I broke the kiss, we were both panting, and my dick was pulsing against her hot centre.
“Turn around,” I rumbled against the shell of her ear. She let out a tiny, desperate sound, slowly turning in my arms until my erection was tucked tight against her butt.
I reached under the water, sliding my thumbs into her swimmerbottoms and tugging them down her legs, letting my fingers trail against the smooth, toned skin.
“Step out of them.”
