He captured her face in his hands. “You mean everything to me.” His kiss was soft and filled with so much tenderness.
Her heart soared while her body tensed. Mr. and Mrs. Black’s gig would end and where would they go from here? He kissed her, plucking her from her angsty thoughts.
After pulling off her wig, she brushed her fingers through her hair. “You aren’t the only one who doesn’t like wearing wigs.”
“Let me do that for you.” He gently stroked her scalp, then inhaled. “You smell incredible. Like summer peaches.”
That made her smile. In high school, he’d call her “Peaches”, but only when they were alone.
Though eager to strip him naked, she plucked one button at a time, pausing to bite and nip at his warm skin. By the time she dropped his pants, her insides were on fire.
As he led her downstairs toward the sleeping quarters, his phone rang. “Dammit.”
“You have to see who that is.”
While he checked, she slipped into his stateroom. The cool sheets felt delicious against her hot, bare skin.
He handled the call and entered his bedroom. She was peeking out from beneath the linens. “Are you the captain of this vessel?”
He paused for a split second before a smile danced in his eyes. “I am. Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?”
She bit back a smile. “I need to get out of the country.”
“Sorry, darlin’, I don’t harbor stowaways. I’ll have to turn you over to the authorities.”
Her eyes grew large and she pushed back the cover to reveal her breasts. “Captain, please no. You can’t. You just can’t.”
He glanced at her chest. “I’m not that easily swayed, ma’am. Can you offer me money?”
“No.”
“Can you cook for my crew?”
“Nope.”
“Well, then, what can you do?”
She tossed off the blanket. “I can fuck.”
His guttural growl landed between her legs while he perused every naked inch of her. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
With her gaze locked on his, she licked her finger, then rubbed her erect nipple until it glistened. “Can you wet my other nipple, Captain?”
He slid into bed and laved her delicate pink flesh with his tongue. “Like that?”
“Mmm, that was perfect.” She ran her fingers down his shoulder, chest and abs, appreciating the striations in his defined muscles. When she curled her hand around his shaft, he bit out a throaty moan. “I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll never want to throw me off your ship.”
As he peered into her eyes, his breathing shifted. “Never?”
She leaned in and kissed him, letting her tongue tangle with his. “No. Never.” Her breathy whisper elicited another long deep moan from him.
Within seconds, he had sheathed himself. She rolled away and bent one leg, giving him easy access to her pussy. He positioned himself behind her, caressing her breasts and stomach before sliding two fingers inside her heat.
“Damn, woman, you are so wet for me.”
“Mmm, you’ve got great hands. So big and strong.”
He thrust and withdrew his fingers before teasing her clit. Then, he positioned himself at her opening. “Last chance to cook for my crew.”
