“It’s a beautiful night. Should we head upstairs to the flybridge?”
“I’d love that.”
He motioned for her to climb the stairs while he admired her backside. However, this time, he didn’t touch her. He took his seat in the captain’s chair and she sat on the built-in sofa bench across the aisle.
The night was still, the air crisp. Boating was one of the few things that quieted the rage living inside him. Once out of the channel, he increased speed.
“Sit on my lap.”
After doing so, she slipped her arm around him and snuggled close. He kept one hand on the wheel, threaded the other around her waist. She felt so right in his arms, especially now, after witnessing Internado’s disturbing behavior.
Several minutes into their trip, he slowed to a stop. To their right was a park, to their left, office buildings. Save for a few errant offices bathed in light, they were surrounded by darkness. He dropped anchor, cut the engines.
When he peered into her moonlit eyes, her beauty halted his breath. Her undeniable attraction pulled him closer until their lips touched. The longer they stared, the more he needed her. But tonight wasn’t about him or his needs. Tonight, he would show her that a life with him would be just as sensual, just as kinky as the party he’d barged in on at her place, or any event at Greta’s.
He kissed her again, this time anchoring his hand on the back of her neck and tilting her head back. He gobbled up her moans with his mouth while his tongue explored and teased.
Her breathing increased, her fingers kneading his thigh. He ended the kiss. “Stand up.”
When she stood, she tossed the blanket on the sofa bench. He swiveled toward her in the captain’s chair.
“Face me. Untie the laces on your romper.”
She moistened her lips, then tugged on the latex drawstring. One by one, she unlaced the romper.
“Show me your breasts.”
She shrugged out, leaving the garment to pool at her waist. He pushed out of the chair and stared into her eyes.
He brushed a thumb across her hardened nipple. Her throaty moan landed between his legs. He drew circles around her other nipple with the tip of his finger. Her breathing intensified.
He dipped his head, kissed the swells of her breasts, moving closer and closer to her swollen nibs.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Suck them.”
“Not yet. Take off your clothes.”
“Mmm, yes.” She shimmied out of the romper and stood naked before him.
His gaze lingered on her face. Her lids were heavy, her eyes dark with desire. Parting her lips, she sucked in a harsh breath. Her nipples were pert, her back arched, tempting him to caress those magnificent breasts.
But he did not touch her. Instead he dropped his gaze to her tight abs, curvy hips, and muscular legs. He paused an extra beat to admire her hairless pussy.
“Your body was made for sex, but tonight, I want your mind.”
“Oh, God, Ash.” Her breath was jagged, her eyes fluttered closed for a brief second.
“Take off my shirt.”
She ripped it open, sending buttons flying in every direction. Then, she pressed her mouth to his chest and kissed him before burrowing her hands inside his shirt and dragging it over his shoulders. It fell to the floor.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs.”
After easing onto the sofa’s soft fabric, she shuddered in a shaky breath.
Still wearing his pants, he stalked up her body and stared into her eyes. “I have wanted to taste you for a long, long time.”
She responded with an aching whimper. His kiss was deep and intense. Instead of touching him, she rested her arms over her head and laid them on the throw pillows. Now, she was completely open and totally vulnerable.
