Page 134 of Falling Overboard

We finished the bed and took a step back to survey our handiwork. “Perfectly made. Do you feel a sense of pride when you look at it?” she asked.

“When I look at it, this is what I think.” I put my hands around her rib cage and tossed her through the air so that she landed on the bed with a surprised laugh and a thud.

“Hunter! We’re going to have to remake this.”

“Then let’s mess it up a little first,” I said with a wicked grin.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Not the kind of question to fill a guy with confidence.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “How do you want your no? Fast or slow?”

“For the record, I like my yeses loud and drawn out.”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Not as loud as I want, but I’ll take it.” I crawled onto the bed and stopped at her ankles. I did what I’d told her I wanted—I started to kiss her there and then leisurely made my way up her right leg. She was already making those little breathy sounds of excitement and she made me so ravenous for her. I needed one more kiss and then another and I kept going.

When I reached her thigh, her legs quivered and she grabbed my head and pulled me up to her mouth, no longer able to wait. She was so passionate, so desperate, that only one part of me was currently thinking and it wasn’t my brain.

I devoured her, kissing her so thoroughly and deeply that I forgot where we were. I tugged at the bottom of her shirt so that I could get to her velvety-soft skin. I needed to touch her everywhere. I loved that I was the only person allowed to touch her like this. That I was the only one who got to see her this way.

Now she was the one tugging at my shirt, and pleasure skated along my skin as she brushed her fingertips over my ribs, up to my chest, back down to my stomach. Liquid fire torched through me, my muscles rippling everywhere she touched. I loved when she touched me. I craved it. I was a total addict. She made everything hazy and hot.

I moved my lips urgently over hers, and then she sucked my tongue into her mouth and all of my other senses shut off completely. I ground myself against her and she moved with me until we were both sweaty and desperate.

She suddenly stopped and it was like the sun had turned off.

“Did you hear that?” she asked.

My lust-addled brain wanted us to stop talking. “The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat and those sounds you make when you especially enjoy what I’m doing.”

She moved away from me and I didn’t want that. She cocked her head to listen and it felt like an invitation to nip at her neck. “All alone,” I told her. She was being paranoid.

“Probably not for long,” she said reluctantly, letting out a little sigh I understood all too well. “We have to remake this.”

I stood up. It was so hard to love her this much and have to keep my distance. “Good thing I’m an expert at it now.”

“Okay, Mr. Expert, you fix this while I go start in the bathroom.”

She disappeared to go clean and I figured it was probably a good thing to give us a little bit of space. Because the only thing I wanted to do was toss her back on this bed and finish what we’d started.

I straightened out the bed and glanced at some of the red roses in a vase next to the bed. I wanted to do something nice for Lucky. And making the guests happy made her happy.

So I deflowered a bunch of the roses, spreading their petals all over the bed. When I was finished it kind of looked like someone had massacred a flower shop.

Thomas called me on the radio and I hurried out to help him get one of the Jet Skis back on the ship. I was disappointed because I had wanted to see Lucky’s face when she saw what I had done.

I ran back to the primary cabin and she was still in the bathroom. It had to have been a big mess.

“Lucky! Come and see what I did for Myron and his not-able-to-legally-drink-yet girlfriend!”

She came into the cabin, and instead of looking pleased, she looked horrified.

“No, no, no,” she muttered as she came over.

Why was she upset? “It’s romantic.”

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