Page 67 of Payback
He breaks our kiss, his chest rising and falling in big, heavy pants.
I press my forehead to his. “This feels pretty real, right?”
“Fuck yes it does, mooi.” His voice is raw and husky as we breathe in the scent of each other, our bodies uniting in a deliciously perfect moment of appreciation.
Our eyes connect and I swear I see nerves flicker across his face, a rare sight for my confident, pushy athlete.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, pulling back and cradling his head in my hands. “Is this too much?”
“It’s not too much.” He swallows slowly. “It’s not enough. I want…more.I want us to be official.”
The corners of my mouth lift up into a smile. “I thought this romantic boat wasn’t the right place?”
“I can’t help it,” he replies, staring deeply into my eyes. “Things just got really real for me.”
