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I rejoined her in the main room, where we had the corner area set up as the daytime nursery.
Tonight she’d begged to let Joshua sleep in her room, and I agreed. Actually I wanted to join them both, but I couldn't bring myself to ask her.
First, I needed to know if she wanted me too. Every time I brought up the topic, she avoided it or seemed oblivious. Every time I was near her my entire body buzzed with awareness and even my hairs stood on end, hoping for intimate attention.
I popped my head in the room and our eyes met.
Longing rushed through me. With anyone else, I’d have kissed her already, but Sarah’s sweetness both tempted me and tortured me. I whispered, “He’s down for a nap?”
“Yeah, he just needed a bottle.” She got to her feet and came closer, the air smelling sweeter the closer she got.
I took her hand and fought my base urge to claim her, instead simply saying, “Come with me.”
We went down a few steps and then forward down the hall so we could look at the bow. At the end of the hall, we went up the long flight of stairs and then opened the hatch to get out.
The bow area had beach chairs and lounges for sunbathing, plus a small sauna, but this time I just wanted to show her around. She pressed her hand to her tree pendant and said, “Wow. What’s this?”
I walked her to where we could see that we were sailing into the open sea while the moon rose beyond the waters that seemed darker now.
I explained, “During the day I thought it was too much sun for Joshua, so I didn’t show you, but the front of the ship, usually called the "bow," is where we’d normally go to sunbathe or relax.”
“It’s breathtaking,” she said while she glanced around.
I wanted her. Not having her physically hurt, but I didn’t dare. I’d be honorable, even if it killed me.
Instead, I simply said, “So are you.”
“No, it’s you who's good-looking,” she said, and playfully pressed her shoulder against my arm.
My heart beat wildly. I skimmed my hand over her hip and said, “If we’re giving each other nicknames, I’m going withsheereen-amfor you.”
She glanced up at me, and my heart pounded when she asked, “What’s that mean?”
“My sweet.” I said, and reached for her other hip, resting my hand on her warm curves.
She smelled like vanilla and strawberry shampoo while she whispered close to my ear, “We shouldn’t hold each other so tight.”
My stomach actually had butterflies, but I refused to scare her away, so I said, “I’ll let you go.”
“Don’t,” she said, and squeezed my arm to hold me in place.
My cock hardened even more, like I needed to pound her. But I ignored the barbarian urges she brought out in me and simply hugged her instead. “Okay,” I said.
She sighed and then went up on tiptoe. “It’s undeniable. Besides, we both want to know.”
My lips were aching with need as I asked, “Know what?”
“This,” she said, and then kissed me.
I forgot everything else in that moment because she convinced me we belonged together.
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Her lips set off a bonfire inside me, and my blood rushed to harden my dick into a full-on erection.
