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“But—”
He slipped a hand over her mouth and dipped the head of his cock just inside her. “Oh…” She lifted her hips, trying to bring him deeper.
“Now, now, don’t be greedy.” As he withdrew, the mirth mixed with hot desire flashing in his eyes.
He dipped back inside her, and she felt her muscles clench, wanting to drag him in. Arching her spine, she shuffled and squirmed, but he had all his weight on his knees and was firmly in control.
He paused.
“What are you doing?” she hissed through gritted teeth.
“Just checking in. Are you having fun yet?”
“If you don’t shut up soon…”
But he didn’t need any more convincing. Sinking deep and then retreating, Dylan coaxed her into a taunting, heated rhythm. They moved as one, his every thrust met by the eager writhing of her body.
“Now how are we doing?” The huskiness of his voice betrayed his attempt to tease her, but he managed to hold her down when she tried to roll him over and take control.
“Okay, okay, it’s fun,” she admitted. “More fun than I’ve had in a long time.”
“Excellent.” And he thrust hard into her, unstopping and unrepentant. The long, deep strokes of his new rhythm made her gasp, but she pushed her hips up to meet every one of them. The rhythm built out of her control and spun her into whole new plane of delight. Thighs trembling, she let her head fall back. “Please, yes, oh God please,” she said and shut her eyes as she felt her climax building.
With one, two, three long thrusts, he drove himself in, right to his base. “Ohhh.” The long groan came from him as he disintegrated, shuddering inside her, just as she felt her own climax ricochet through her senses. Her thighs still locked around him, she released her arms and allowed the sensations to wash over her like the warm Pacific Ocean.
“Michaela Western.” The words were gentle on Dylan’s tongue, but they felt strangely right there. “You are amazing.” He collapsed to the side of her, the blood pumping through his body, his skin sensitive to the touch.
Michaela looked over at him and smiled.
Man, she was beautiful. That was sure as hell a lot more fun than he’d had in a while.
Just fun?
Yes, just fun. His three-month deadline didn’t allow for anything else.
She turned on her side to gaze at him, her eyes smoky and dark, and he luxuriated in drinking every bit of her in. Her legs were lightly muscled, long and lean from walking all over the ship many times a day and participating in the cruise activities she organized. The waist that he had only recently had under his hands was slender, her stomach flat but soft.
As she propped herself up on an elbow, a bead of sea water from her still-wet hair ran a tantalizing course down her chest to rest in the shallow recess of her belly button. She really was a beauty, burnished by the sun to a rich bronze, her skin glowing even without a scrap of makeup. When she smiled, Michaela made Dylan’s body sing.
His list of her good attributes was getting pretty long: smart, driven, independent, values family—and trusting, he added, thinking about how she had accepted his explanation of how he’d ended up on board. The idea of leaving her for the drama of Brian and the company seemed suddenly unappealing.
He stroked her face. “You are even more beautiful when you smile.”
“Nice. Compliments will get you everywhere, Mr. Johns.”
“I’m counting on it.”
“You okay?” Michaela stroked his face.
Damn, she was good. Thinking about him when here he was thinking about how he’d have to leave her. “I’m okay, sure.”
“Good. I know what I’m not okay with, though. I’m starving.” As if to echo her thoughts, her stomach gave a loud growl.
Dylan smiled and rose, heading toward the shower. “Last one to lunch has to do ten press-ups.”
“Well, then,” Michaela teased, “I think I might be last on purpose, as long as I get to do the press-ups over your naked body.”
He leapt back on the bed in a single bound, pinning her down and kissing her long and deep. “That better be a promise.”
She smiled up at him and said, “It definitely is.”
…
After a short break for sustenance, Dylan finally let Michaela prove he wasn’t the only expert in the bedroom.
“How do you do that?” Michaela asked, lying naked and replete on their small balcony.
“What?” His grin mischievous, he traced a finger along the line of her navel.
“Tip me over the edge so easily.”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“Yes, but it’s easier for a man, isn’t it?”
“It’s easier for a man to come, sure, but that doesn’t mean it has to be so good he loses control.”
She raised herself up on her elbow. “I make you lose control?”
Like you wouldn’t believe.
The thought caught him up short. What the hell was he doing? Having fun, being distracted from work and Brian’s messy family back home, absolutely. But was he in danger of getting distracted himself?
Possibly—but for all the right reasons. In less than three months, he’d be back at the office, and this would all be a happy memory.
His heart dipped. It wasn’t going to be as easy as it usually was to say goodbye to Michaela. Their time together was making very happy memories.
“I wonder if anyone would see us in the water just there,” she said.
He could see the feisty flicker appearing once more in her eyes. She was insatiable. As she gazed up at him, Dylan hoped he had it in him to go again. He peered down at the sea, then looked left and right. Not a soul disturbed the view. The thought of the water swirling around their naked bodies was irresistible. He stood and hopped over the balcony rail into the ocean.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“It was your idea. Come on, no one’s around.” He watched her from the water as she looked all around. “Chicken?”
Giggling, she ducked under the rail and stepped into the water, hardly making a splash as it rose up to her waist. “Now, this is fun,” she said.
“Come here.” Dylan hooked a hand around her waist, dragging her through the water to him.
Even though his body ached from their earlier exertions, he wanted to be inside her again. The tight grip of her around him, the heat of her mouth, the low, long moan she let out each time she came—it was a joy to be with a woman who knew how to let herself go, and who got so hot and wet. He let his hands play over her soft skin as the water swirled around them.
