Page 59 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

She nodded. “Yes, a hopeless one at that.”

He made a big show about taking offence, rolling his eyes and snorting under his breath; then he let out a self-deprecating laugh before saying, “Only with you, wife, only with you.”

“And that is how it should be,” she announced with a haughty tilt of head.

Matt laughed even louder and pulled her into his arms. Life could not get any better. He ran his hand over her hips and waggled his eyebrows in a lecherous manner.

“Again?” she asked, squirming slightly.

Matt nodded, throwing one leg over hers and pinning her down.

“We’ve not left this room since boarding, Matt.”

He inserted one leg between hers and made a noise of confirmation at the back of his throat.

“Ok, but we must eat afterwards. I’m starving.” she warned then flipped them over so once again she was on top. “And no taking over this time.”

Matt bit his lower lip between his teeth, staring up at the beauty that was his wife and said the only thing he could. “I’m not making any promises, poppet. Now, show me what you’ve got.”

She grinned at his challenge, and Matt’s heart tightened at the look on her face. He wasn’t a religious man but there must be a God. There had to be. How else could he explain this heaven he had found?

“And the life jackets? Where are those? I’d like to have one for me and Matt. Maybe you could throw an inflatable life raft in also?”

Matt glanced up from the laptop at Madi’s questions posed to the captain. He hid a smirk and resumed working, or tried to, his gaze was never long from her bikini clad form.

“What about those electric things?” she continued. “You know that thing that gives off a small electrical charge in water to scare sharks. Do we have those on board? My husband wants us to take a swim later and I am not getting eaten by sharks on my honeymoon.”

Matt bit the insides of his cheek to stop his laughter. Bloody hell. She was an amusing little thing. Hearing her refer to him as her husband made him feel ten feet tall, pride bubbled inside him as he leaned back in the chair and openly observed her. He would get back to work in a minute.

“And are the necessary authorities aware of our location? Are we in constant contact with the Coast Guard?” Her questions came fast and furious. Jeremy had no time to answer one before she asked another. “And those jet skis in the garage…so unreal…anyway how much gas do they have? If the yacht goes down out here, can Matt and I get to land on them? How far away are we from the nearest land mass? I’d really like those life jackets.”

“Poppet,” Matt called firmly. She spun around, sunglasses perched atop her nose with one hand on her hip and her hair in a messy ponytail. He lowered his own shades and arched an eyebrow at her. “Leave Jeremy alone and come here so I can rub some sunblock on you.”

She turned back to the captain and patted his arm lightly. “Just put the life jackets where I can see them. Thanks.”

Matt smiled as she sauntered over and sat down next to him. “Honestly, Madi. You’re acting as if we’re in a dinghy, not a 220ft luxury yacht. Stop worrying, I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

She slid her shades down her nose and peered at him from over the rims. “I just hope you have a workable emergency plan on this beast, Matt. Do you know how many incidents there are out at sea?”

He shook his head and picked up the bottle of sunblock lotion. “No. I don’t.”

“Neither do I,” she quipped, chewing her bottom lip. “And I don’twant us to become a statistic.”

“Am I not your knight?” he teased as he squeezed some lotion into his hand before putting the bottle down.

“Well, yes,” she replied slowly.

Matt began to rub the lotion over her shoulders. “Then cease your worrying. So moving on,” he said dryly. “I need to discuss an important matter with you and as your husband I am laying down the law on this issue.”

Madi let out a bark of amusement and pulled her shades off completely. “You did not just say that. I must be suffering from sunstroke because I know you didn’t just say that.”

He slid his hands down to her sides and tickled her, which led to kissing her.

“Hold up now,” She leaned away, reaching for the sunblock. “Don’t try to distract me. Let’s hear it. What archaic husbandly law are you trying to pass? You do know marriage is a democracy not a fiefdom, right?”

Matt shrugged good-naturedly and snagged the lotion from her dainty hands so he could continue protecting her lovely skin from the sun’s rays.

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