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I wouldn’t give in to temptation. I would take things slowly. I would learn every one of her sighs, the way her body felt against mine, all the different ways her mouth could kiss.

If I had thought I was being tortured before, I had been wrong. This. This was torture. The most exquisite kind imaginable. Especially because all I wanted was to rip this swimsuit off her and take her over to our bed and sink into her, but there would be time for that later.

My body began to argue with me that this was a bad idea. I felt like I’d crossed a desert, desperate for water, but was only allowing myself one drop at a time. It was delicious and I’d been dying for it, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to guzzle it down, have it spilling from my mouth, drink so much that I would never feel thirsty again.

But I was pretty sure that my thirst for her would never be quenched.

I started to trace the shape of her mouth, lingering and exploring. I kissed her thoroughly, with a devastating slowness, and she arched against me, panting and pleading. The kisses that passed between us were intimate and sensual and my bones were melting. My fingers didn’t get the message from my brain that I was moving at a glacial pace because they were teasing and feeling and exploring and she shivered against me.

“Please,” she begged, and it broke something inside me. My body was rigid with restraint, desperate for her, and I lost my self-control.

She opened her mouth and I slid my tongue inside, stroking hers. She collapsed and I grabbed her by the waist, pinning her between me and the door. She arched her back when I sucked her tongue into my own mouth and made the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

Liquid heat pooled at the base of my spine and then exploded outward.

She was the best hit of dopamine I’d ever had.

I felt everything I had promised her—my stomach swooped, feeling hollowed out, my senses overloaded, adrenaline spiked inside me, I was dizzy and weightless.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I said to her, dazed, and she nodded, her lips swollen, her hair a beautiful mess.

“Neither did—”

I took her mouth again before she could finish her sentence. Each stroke of her tongue against mine was electric, traveling along my synapses and frying my nerve endings, sending me into a frenzy of wanting.

I loved this woman so much.

She melted against me, hot and soft and pliable, and I was determined to wrench every moan, every wave of pleasure, from her body, to watch her fall apart while I—

There was a pounding on my door. “Lucky? It’s Captain Carl.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lucky

Hunter and I broke apart immediately, our chests heaving, our breathing loud and thick with mutual desire and disappointment from how the captain had just single-handedly brought things to a halt.

Did the captain know? This was exactly the kind of thing that always happened to me. I had broken the rules and now I was going to have to pay with my job.

Totally worth it,my hormones said, and I couldn’t completely disagree.

Hunter grabbed some clothes and jerked his head toward the shower. I nodded and got a shirt, throwing it on over my swimsuit, running my fingers through my hair.

When he closed the bathroom door, I opened the main one. “Yes, Captain?”

He was talking but it was like being underwater while someone from above the waterline spoke—muted and distorted. My head was still spinning from kissing Hunter and it was all I could think about.

Which was obviously a problem because the captain had never come to my cabin before. My fuzzy brain did note that he didn’t seemangry, so he didn’t possess some secret power that alerted him that I had just broken his rule.

As my senses started to return to my control, I worried about how I looked. Was my hair a mess? My lips swollen? My cheeks flushed a bright pink?

Did I look like a woman who had just been kissed so thoroughly and so expertly that I was now worried I’d never be able to kiss another man ever again, for fear that they’d always fail to measure up to the unbelievable ecstasy that I’d just experienced?

“The chocolate sauce? For the ice cream?” the captain repeated slowly, which was fair, given my total lack of response to his apparent question. “Do you know where it is?”

“Yes!” I hurried into the galley. It was odd to go from something so transcendent, so completely life-altering, to the pantry to search for chocolate sauce.

He couldn’t have radioed me like a regular person? Why had he interrupted the greatest thing that had ever happened to me for an ice cream topping?

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