Page 29 of Not that Sea-Rious
Beau distributed the drinks to Marissa and Carolyn, then clapped his hands together, shifting his attention to Tina and Joyce.
“Would you like me to get you something?”he asked.
Tina shook her head and waved a hand to decline.
“No, thank you.”Joyce grinned, her gaze locked in on Marissa.
“Carolyn.”Tina began doing her best seventies disco dance moves.“How opposed are you to having a light-up dance floor at the reception?Because I think I’ve nailed this.”
Both Joyce’s and Carolyn’s eyes widened.
“Absolutely not.”Carolyn shook her head and stepped closer to Tina.“Go!”She pointed to the smoky dance floor behind her.“We need to keep the lessons going.”
With Joyce hot on their heels, Marissa’s friends left her and Beau alone.She would definitely have to buy Tina a drink or something to thank her for the sacrifice.
Turning toward him, she lifted her brows.Before she could say anything, he reached for her hand.“Would you like to dance?”
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Why?Whatwashethinking?Beau had about as much rhythm as a lobotomized sloth.Yet there he was, pressed against Marissa’s soft back, rolling his hips, going along with her flow.Or was she following him?Who the hell knew at this point.Did it matter?
She hadn’t stopped or slapped him, so he could only assume she didn’t mind his erection.He couldn’t hide it—not when they were this close, mimicking the horizontal mambo while vertical.Though, to be honest, if they continued gyrating on the dance floor, he couldn’t promise how much longer he could prevent himself from lifting her dress and getting to the point.
Okay.He’d never do that.
Not without permission at least.If she was into it, he might consider it.
Would she beintoit?
As his mind wandered to the memory of the pool deck the night before, where they were very much in public doing private things, he wondered how much of an exhibitionist this beauty could be.
The idea of showing her off, allowing others to bask in her magnificence while he, and only he, enjoyed partaking in all she offered, titillated him to the point his dick twitched and strained to act on his impulses.
She turned within his hold on her.Now her bountiful bosom pressed against his chest, and he nearly came undone.This woman knew exactly what she did to him, and tempting him with those breasts in that dress was seriously cruel at this point.How was he supposed to show restraint?Did he really have to continue to be a decent gentleman?
Marissa leaned forward.His skin broke out into goose bumps as her warm breath danced along his neck and his ear.Swallowing hard, he shivered ever so slightly.
“Is your bed as comfortable as I remember?”
Absolutely, but he couldn’t just say that.He had to play the coy game she’d started earlier.“I’m not sure,” he teased.“Why don’t we go back and investigate?”
Reluctantly, he stopped swaying with her and took her hand to lead her out of the club.Squinting, he blinked a bit as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the main hall.What time was it?There wasn’t an alcohol-distributing establishment on the boat that was open twenty-four hours, so the evening was still young if there were cocktails available.
As they walked, he wondered if he could find a way to stroll past the gift shop.Beau hadn’t expected to run into her, let alone planned to take her back to his cabin again, so he hadn’t exactly prepared.Which, of course, he kicked himself for.He should’ve done it anyway.It never hurt to have condoms on hand.
“Where are we going?”she asked.
Dammit.
They were already at the rear of the ship.If they continued toward the shop, they’d go in the opposite direction of his room.“Uh”—he scrubbed the back of his head—“I wanted to see if the store was still open.”
She cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips.“Why?”
The playful grin and the sparkle in her eye hinted she knew the reason.
Beau licked his bottom lip.He wanted to be tactful.“I was a terrible Boy Scout.”
