Page 25 of Dreamboat

He laughs. “Take your time, my Delia. We have all day.”

“We have until the ship docks back in Miami,” I say as my gaze drifts back to the page in front of me.

“That we do.” He exhales slowly. “That we do.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Donovan

I didn’t want to let her go but she insisted she’d be back in a flash, and she stuck to that promise.

Delia wanted to grab a few things from her cabin. I offered to go with her, but she told me she’d be fine.

I watched her slip back into her bikini before she left. She tugged the white cover up over her head even though it was wrinkled after spending the night on the floor where she tossed it after she arrived to my room.

I spot her the moment she rounds the corner headed back in my direction.

The white bikini is still in place. I can see it through the thin material of the cover up. The only thing that has changed is her hair. I don’t think she showered because it’s as dry as it was when she left me less than thirty minutes ago. She did pull into a high ponytail. It accentuates the long lines of her neck and the curve of her shoulders.

A smile slides over her lips. “I took care of what I needed to.”

“Good,” I acknowledge without prying.

Maybe she wanted privacy to make a call, or she needed to shove a few things into the tote that’s now slung over her shoulder. Either way, I’m glad she’s returned.

When she’s almost in front of me, she taps the side of the tote. “I was late taking my birth control pill. I brought them with me so I won’t make that mistake again.”

“It’ll be fine,” I assure her. “I’ve used a condom every time.”

She brushes past me to enter my stateroom. “How many times was that?”

I give her sweet round ass a pat. “You lost track?”

“Hey!” She rubs the spot I touched. “That kind of hurt.”

“You kind of liked it.”

“True.” She laughs. “I kind of liked how you pulled my hair, too.”

I spin her around so her back is pressed against me. My fist finds her ponytail, taking it roughly. I tug slightly as I lick a path over the side of her neck. “I’ll fuck you against the wall just like this. You want that, don’t you?”

She attempts another laugh but it comes out wrapped within a moan. “More than you know.”

I let go of her hair before giving her ass another tap. “I’m going to feed you again before you suck my cock.”

She spins to face me. “Reverse the order of those plans and I’ll be happy.”

“You want my cock now?” I rub a hand over the front of my jeans. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“So badly that I came in my cabin thinking about it.”

I’m tempted to take her over my knee for that. “You touched your pussy in your cabin just now?”

“Touched is a tame word.” She moans a little. “I thought about your cock as I was walking back to my room. By the time I got there, I had to slam the door, lean back against it and rub my clit. I think it took all of three-seconds flat to get myself off.”

“I’m both impressed and pissed.”

Her smile drops to a fake frown. “Pissed because I stole just one of my orgasms away from you?”

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